Where the Wild Things Are

Kerry at Loving Hands At Home got me thinking with her lovely post about her affection for her home.  What do I love best about my home?  That it is a place where the wild things can still roam.

I share my home with all kinds of creatures, and I notice new things every day.

A great blue heron can look so magnificent one minute...

A great blue heron can look so magnificent one minute…

...and downright goofy the next.

…and downright goofy the next.

But what gorgeous colors when the sun catches its bill!

But what gorgeous colors when the sun catches its bill!

A red-shouldered hawk can also look a little less than imposing...

A red-shouldered hawk can also look a little less than imposing…

...and who knew a turkey vulture's feathers were so gorgeous?

…and who knew a turkey vulture’s feathers were so gorgeous?

 

Spotting a cocoon of wild silk on a bare branch...

A cocoon of wild silk on a bare branch…

…will release a Polyphemus moth…

...with feathery antennae.

…with feathery antennae.

 

A forgotten pod explodes...

A forgotten pod explodes…

... white fireworks

… into white fireworks of milkweed seeds.

Wherever I am, I am at home if I can just get outside and walk with wild things.