Happy father's day to all the dads! This male red-breasted grosbeak has a distinctive and beautiful song. A metallic-like click, its...

Mention the word dandelions to someone and you will generally receive a visceral reaction. Each year homeowners spend huge amounts of...

I always thought this bird belonged to the sparrow family. Wrong! It is a female Red-breasted Grosbeak Each year they arrive on Eighty...

The spring flowers are in full bloom, shouting for attention, painting Eighty Acres in a wide array dazzling colors. "Look at me." It's...

The Scarlet Tanager winters primarily in Columbia and Bolivia South America and is scheduled to arrive back to Eighty Acres in the next...

A full moon in April is often referred to as a "pink moon," I was up early to capture this photo of the setting moon, but came away...

Traveling from southern U.S. and Mexico, the eastern bluebirds returned to Eighty Acres on April 1st. They are on a mission. Mating. ...

The Eighty Acres trails are wet with slippery leaves and mud, with patches of dirty snow hiding in the shadows of large oak trees. I...

Each dawn and dusk the battle between day and night takes place. From east to west, each side struggles for control. Each side knowing...

Hi!. I'm Tom the turkey. Take a good look at me. Come November and Thanksgiving, I'll be hiding and you won't find me strutting across...

Due to the deep snow and cold temps deer are exploring every type of food source available. Pictured above are an adult doe and yearling...

Let me introduce myself. I was born on Eighty Acres and am now nine months old. This is my first winter and my mother told me we set a...

Each winter whitetail bucks shed their antlers. It's then I become a shed hunter on Eighty Acres. During the early spring, I spend...

How often have we walked past a simple pinecone laying upon the ground? Why do we become blind to the beauty in the ordinary? Next time...

When and how was this path created on Eighty Acres? Was it simply an old cow path? A deer trail? A loggers road cut through the woods?...

Leafless trees, frozen ground and darkness covers Eighty Acres in January. No sunshine for several days. A grayness shrouds my soul. But...

During the damp cold night, the Earth Mother sprinkled hoar frost upon Eighty Acres. The frost hugged each stem, branch and blade of...

Just published. Seasons on Eighty Acres. A compendium of photos taken over 27 years that celebrates the Earth Mother's many moods and...

Just arrived! "Seasons on Eighty Acres". Over 120 pages of my favorite photos and stories celebrating each season of the year. A great...

Whether we call it a sunset, sundown, dusk, evening, twilight, nightfall, or simply the end of the day, it is always a magical time. A...