Blowing snow, blowing wind….freezing my tush off. Springtime in Yellowstone.
A ghostly coyote wanders through the blowing snow. I don’t imagine he’s too impressed with the weather, either.
The trade off, of course, is an empty park. And gorgeous skies.
And being able to watch a couple of wolves without the accompanying crowds.
Nonetheless, there are signs of spring.
Flocks of Mountain Bluebirds flit from bush to bush, flashes of turquoise among the gray-green sagebrush.
Sandhill Cranes rattle overhead, and one decides to land at the Blacktail Ponds.
The Northern Flickers — who have been around all winter — have decided that it’s time to impress a mate. They are paired up, doing their silly little dance and flashing their bright orange tail feathers at each other.
The elk did their mating in the fall, which is a good thing, because the males look pretty silly right now.
And the bears. Even if we don’t see them, we know they’re awake…