Key Deer Prime
This four year old wandering bachelor is as good as the Key deer gets in size and beauty.
Read moreThis four year old wandering bachelor is as good as the Key deer gets in size and beauty.
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The larger buck glares in the background at the younger one.
Read moreHis body is torn and his mane is tangled, his ears alert, yet not laid back. His eyes hidden yet daring. This horse has seen many battles to earn his place at the head of the herd. To be able to witness the wild horse in his habitat, running freely, not confined to boxes and […]
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He was one of four loner stallions I saw on the plains. I think he mistook me for a horse because he came running towards me. He is looking for his own herd and will challenge an established stallion during mating season, like the Key deer bucks do to each other in Florida.
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Just a note to say that the wild horses of America are having a difficult time surviving in the changing times. Although 34 million acres has been allotted to them, they tend to wander off into private land. Ranchers do not like them because they then use up grazing land and need to be removed […]
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On my short excursion into the backcountry of Utah I found over fifty horses in three separate herds and some outcasts wandering alone. Â They are a cross between the descendants of the mustangs used for the Pony Express and escaped domestic horses of the American West.
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Read moreThey are one of the speediest animals on our planet, running up to 53 miles an hour. Although not an antelope, they are known as such because of their resemblance to true antelopes of the old world.
Read moreI leave the deer refuge behind for a short excursion into the West seeking out the last of the wild horses, inspired by the photographs of my facebook friends.
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In memory of my mother who was born today many years ago.
Read moreAll the spots on the fawn have nearly disappeared coinciding with the shredding of the velvet and the approaching mating season where the cycle begins all over again. August has been a very productive month for photographing the fawns as they were growing up and exploring the island. ( Happy A. Thirty-six years and counting!)
Read moreBy the time it reached southern Florida, Erika turned out to be an ordinary rainstorm.
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Lack of interest and folks in town resulted in the fact that I was the only person to attend the photography club’s field trip out to the beach. There was a flock of Snowny Egrets out there this morning and the herd of deer I have been […]
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