Whew. You came back. Without further ado, we'll pick up where we left off - the trail cam photos, deer specifically.
I love the next collage. I know we should resist anthropomorphizing animals, but I do see a very tender look passing between the two fawns. And the doe seems to be barely tolerating this late-season feeding session with her fawn. Then we have two different bucks. If you examine the left-hand photo closely, you can see the fine layer of velvet on the antlers. Wow. The one on the right has no velvet and appears to have more points, and these photos were only one day apart. Fascinating.
And there's more. I originally put the trail cam here in the hopes of capturing the beaver in action. Early in the month, I got a shot or two, but since then the beaver engineering team has been distracted dealing with the dam (see post here). But I got quite a few surprises, which more than made up for it.
Montana is home to three species of weasels: short-tailed, long-tailed and the least weasel. The least weasel does not have a black tip on its tail. All of the weasels turn white in the winter; the short and long-tailed retain the black tips on their tails! This is the first time I have captured a weasel on my trail cam; I once retrieved a photo of a weasel in the winter on my neighbor's trail cam - do you remember this post? I was also thrilled to see the muskrats; another first! Until this photo (and quite a few others of 1 - 2 muskrats), I didn't even realize we had muskrats in our lake!
Although the clouds have become more prevalent toward the end of the month, they have rarely dropped any precipitation. One evening, I was out for one of my "stress-reduction" strolls. I could have taken a million photos of the gathering clouds, reflected in the lake at the bottom of the property.
Imagine my surprise when the heavens opened. I laughed out loud with the sheer joy of feeling the water on my skin, and I envisioned all of the plants and other living things, turning toward it with relief. I headed home in the slanting rain, and just before I shucked off my boots and put my hand on the door handle, I turned for a final look. A rainbow arced through the clouds. The middle was hidden, but the ends were undimmed, seeming to touch the ends of the earth in my view. A fitting end to the month, a promise of rain to come, a reward for patience through the drought. What a blessing.