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A pail of white paint has spilled all over Antelope Island. With the exception of the main road that has been plowed, the whole island is pretty much colorless. Far away–about 500 meters–I… Continue reading
A pail of white paint has spilled all over Antelope Island. With the exception of the main road that has been plowed, the whole island is pretty much colorless. Far away–about 500 meters–I… Continue reading
Last Saturday I was lucky enough to have Steve in town and so we headed up to Antelope Island State Park. The migrating birds have pretty much thinned out but the island is… Continue reading
I also posted this on my other blog, Baby Aspirin Years. I felt that it should live on both blogs. (Apologies if you subscribe to both.) It’s the last day of 2012. There… Continue reading
Oddly, most people I know in Salt Lake City don’t visit the Great Salt Lake for which the city is named. It wasn’t until Steve, my boyfriend from Toronto, dragged me to the… Continue reading
It was quiet and the Great Salt Lake was as still as glass. I may have counted about four cyclists on the whole island, and there weren’t a whole lot of cars. Most… Continue reading
Today’s post is by a guest blogger–my husband, Steve (a.k.a. WikiSteve, as I like to call him). He visited Antelope Island a couple of days ago and said the magic words to me:… Continue reading
Today I had one mission while birding at Bear River National Wildlife Refuge in Utah and that was to see mama Grebes carrying their baby Grebes on their backs. I’d never seen this… Continue reading
When I stumble upon a bird’s nest I’m always fascinated by how it’s constructed. Today, in fact, when Steve and I were out running errands we saw loads of barn swallows building nests… Continue reading