
When I got to Pawlings Farm this morning, I heard the American Toads. They were so loud, I could tell from the parking area way up on the hill that they were down in the wetland having one great big party. I walked down through the Butterly Fields where I took a picture of…

If you look very closely you can see a second hawk lying on its back with one claw up defending itself from the attacking hawk. Think if I had just been a foot taller. Click on picture for better view.

This beautiful male Northern Harrier had just sat down to digest his breakfast when I came upon him in the field across from Washington Chapel in Valley Forge yesterday. He sat for a few hundred photographs before taking off for another snack. Click to really see that beautiful face and glint in his eye.