“Hope” is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops – at all.
– Emily Dickinson
Full poem: “Hope” is the thing with feathers.
Photographs from a Bloy in Wisconsin
“Hope” is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops – at all.
– Emily Dickinson
Full poem: “Hope” is the thing with feathers.
When the cold weather hits, it’s time to go bald eagle watching along the Wisconsin River. Since area lakes are frozen, the eagles congregate here for the winter, where they can catch fish.
View more →If you’re a migrating tundra swan, Lake Monona is pretty good spot to rest and stretch your wings.
View more →A common loon and her chick. This was the best wildlife sighting I had on my camping trip (though admittedly, the photos aren’t the best).
View more →This red-winged blackbird looked like he was straining with all his might, to sing out his morning call.
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