Caprock Canyon – Prairie Dogs

Prepare for cuteness overload! After spending days at Palo Duro Canyon and not seeing any tarantulas mating, aoudad sheep, or even rattlesnakes, we came to Caprock where we saw the official bison herd of the state of Texas, and these cute little guys–the little prairie dogs!

Cute little rodent

According to Google, Prairie dogs are burrowing, colony-forming squirrels that are native to the grasslands of North America. They are considered the keystone species of the western plains.

They can be destructive and create unwanted holes in prairies which cause injuries to animals and humans alike. They also compete with cattle for the grass that they both feed on, which is why ranchers are not keen on having them on their land.

On the other hand, the tunnels they create are also used by other animals, such as burrowing owls, to hide from predators.

Guarding home

Prairie dogs are very social critters. They live in families in their underground homes, and they take turns standing sentry to warn others to take cover whenever a predator approaches. Their high-pitched squeaks can be heard from quite a distance giving the others plenty of time to take cover.

Keeping watch

On the darker side, their family love does not always seem apparent. The females of a few species are known to commit infanticide and eat the young of their extended family. Again, according to Google: Researchers hypothesize that this behavior increases the chances of survival for their own offspring. They believe that competition is so extreme that sometimes natural selection favors prairie dogs to kill the offspring of close relatives. Not what you expect when you look at their cute little faces.

Standing tall

There are at least two prairie dog towns at Caprock Canyon SP. One is right next to a parking lot, while the other is off a trail about a half mile from the parking lot. I was told by a park ranger about the burrowing owls but failed to find any in either town.

Sounding the alarm

As we walked past the holes, the high-pitched squeaks sounded out across the field. Try as we might, we just couldn’t get very close without them diving for cover. Luckily, with a long lens and high megapixel camera, we got a few decent photos to share of the critters.

Sweetness

And with that, we come to the end of our Palo Duro adventure. With four days of driving, hiking, and photographing, it is time for the 9-hour drive home with a couple of days to recuperate before returning to our real lives and jobs. Reality is a harsh taskmaster, but to work we must go.

We shall return with more adventures, and hopefully, with this trip as a kick starter, this blog will start being updated much more often.

Be on the lookout for the next post.

Michael & Karen

Words and photography copyright 2023 M Hampton Photography

A Walk Around the Farm

In mostly black & white

*Note: Clicking on any image will open that image in a new window, full size.

*Note 2: I don’t normally do black & white photography, but today’s weather just seemed to beg for that treatment.

Since the first of the year the weather here in East Texas has been anything but cheery. In fact, it has been downright drab and depressing. I made a promise to myself that I was going to break that chain, and even if the weather wasn’t beautiful, I was going to get outside if for no other reason than to get some exercise.

So, I log out of work a couple of hours early, clearing with my boss to log a couple of hours of vacation time of course, and head outside. Sure enough, it is still dreary and even a little misty. I grab my trusty Canon 1DX-II body, 70-200mm lens, and head outside…after bundling up a bit that is. After all, it’s not even 60 degrees out there, and I live in Texas. LOL

As I began my walk, the first thing I noticed was how moist the air was. I was thankful for the weather sealing that Canon has provided for my camera and lens. At least I don’t have to worry about my equipment.

The first place I go is the creek that borders my property. I have had quite a bit of erosion over the past few years due to flash-floods and I wanted to make sure that everything is still holding.

Convergence

Things seem to be holding, at least for now. Who knows what will happen when the spring rains come this year?

Climbing up out of the creek, I see a fallen log which has a fungus growing on it. Life passes, and gives life. The circle of life in nature.

Where the Fungus Grows

As I walk around the property, I check on my bluebird boxes and clean them out for the coming year. It looks like 4 of the 7 boxes had a happy nest in them this past year. That explains all the bluebirds I noticed all summer long. I hope even more will be used this year.

And speaking of critters that live in holes, I stop and ponder for a moment who has been taking up residence in this old tree. Perhaps someday I will find out.

Someone’s Home

I continue walking past the boundary of my property and into my neighbor’s forest. He allows me excursions into the woods with my cameras. It’s great to have friendly Texas neighbors.

Living in East Texas, it is not uncommon to find relics of the oil boom that took place here many years ago. In fact, not far from my property is the location of the Daisy-Bradford #3 well which began the boom here in East Texas. This abandoned pipeline has been lost back to nature.

Lost to Nature

Looking through the brush shows the gauge that used to measure the pressure of the valuable substance flowing through the pipes, now dormant, sitting peacefully at zero.

Measuring Zero

Continuing my trek on this drab and dismal day, a single bit of color catches my eye. The pine trees have provided a carpet for the forest floor, and some other tree has provided a pop of color. This helps me remember that even on a day like today there are still things for which to be thankful to almighty God.

A bit farther I come to the power line easement that crosses so many properties. As I look down the line I can see the mist which is starting to roll in across the pasture. I’m strangely overcome with a sense of peace at the scene.

Mist Across the Pasture

As I’m walking I realize that for the first time in several months, I’m outside and active, breathing the fresh air and making my body move. It feels good. I’ve been so tired of being tired all the time, and it’s no one’s fault but my own.

I come to a small pond of water that was uncovered during the recent tree harvest on my neighbor’s property. I sit down on a stump to rest and to just listen. Hoping to hear the sounds of nature, all I really hear is silence, which is very calming. It seems I wasn’t the only one affected by this weather. All the critters appear to be hunkered down.

Then I notice the branches of a small pine tree which had fallen near the pond with the little seeds of life still clinging to the branches. Once more, death giving way to new life.

Seeds of Life

As I head back to my own property I notice a lone, crooked tree standing in a field where all the others had been harvested. For some strange reason it made me think about how it felt to be the one left out when teams were being picked in grade school. This poor guy didn’t get picked. But in this case being picked meant going to the lumber mill, not a sports team. I wonder if it knows how lucky it was for being so malformed? I wonder if it will green up again in the spring? Or is this just another example of the cycle.

Last to be Picked

From here I head back and finish checking the bluebird houses on my own property. Now they are all nice and clean for the next generation of bluebirds this spring.

Now, what can I do next to get myself off the couch, my body moving, and shoot with my camera? We’ll see.

Until next time,
Michael

FYI: The tree harvesting on my neighbors’ property will enter the next phase this year with planting of new trees. Once more, the cycle of life in nature, of a renewable resource.

All words and photos copyright 2020 MHampton Photography
Equipment used: Canon 1DX II and Canon 70-200IS/USM/L lens

A Christmas Bargin

So winter will officially be here in a little more than a week and it got me going back through a few of my autumn photos that I hadn’t posted anywhere. The weekend before Thanksgiving, Karen’s family got together in Broken Bow, OK and we went up to spend some time there.

Broken Bow is also home to the beautiful state park, Beavers Bend. Well, needless to say, we had to take a detour through the park on the way home to see the colors. As we came to the Mountain Fork River we stopped and observed two guys in a kayak and thought it made for a peaceful scene. I got out my camera and made this exposure to remember the moment.

Now for the promised bargain. This shot along with many others, are available for sale at my Fine Art America site. And between now and December 26, 2016, you can use discount code “GTUFMA” at checkout and they will reduce my markup by %50.

So go to http://MHamptonPhoto.FineArtAmerica.com and check out all the cool things you can get with my photos printed on: cups, towels, duvet covers, shower curtains, iPhone cases, and yes, even  prints, framed and unframed, to hang on your wall.

Another reminder to always keep your camera handy.

Michael