Despite all my tramping in the woods, I didn't see any grouse. I think it is strange how the black birds morph from crows into ravens and the jays change from blue to gray. I saw a bluebird with a reddish breast and at first glance I thought it was a bluebird. But the bird wasn't acting like a bluebird. It was climbing headfirst down a tree trunk. The bird turned out to be a red breasted nuthatch.
I saw an old barn on the way out of the bog. |
Also in Grand Rapids. |
I can't remember exactly where this picture was shot but I think it was near Mille Lacs Lake. I think the beauty of this shot symbolizes my whole trip. |
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