It took me two seasons and too many photos of random scenery to finally capture this moment with the mountain blue birds. The first time I saw one was at a trailhead in Teton National Park. It was a blue flash that quickly became a ‘what was that?”,  moment.  They are bluer then the sky and they can’t be bothered with humans who clearly don’t belong in their space, so they move along quickly.

I was convinced, after the first season, that they had a secret code amongst themselves to hide when I pulled the camera from my backpack.

On this day we were on a hike down to Hell-roaring Creek in Yellowstone. Bird-nerding was not on the agenda.  The trailhead signage said bear had been seen recently,  so bear spray and attentiveness were more of a priority then my camera. We were singing, stomping, and scuffing our boots as the literature dictates.

Our goal was to get down to the creek and back before sunset.

And here they were,  dozens of them at a halfway point in the trail.  The bears could have dragged me off to their cave as far as I was concerned, and I wouldn’t have cared.

They were here. 

Thank goodness they had other things on their mind…this time.DSC_0122.JPGDSC_0119_2



Love is, indeed, a many splendored thing. 

Wind Kisses,  Donna

Have you ever been surprised unexpectedly by something you really wanted?  Is there something in nature that you wish you could see with your own eyes?


Inspired today by Ragtag Daily Prompt – Blue

Thank you to Dutch goes the Photo – Bird (Photo Challenge)  for this sharing opportunity.

The Daily Post: Shallow
WPC: Satisfaction