My wife, Jean, grooming our Feral Cat, Muffin

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Jean grooms Muffin when she can.  Sometimes Muffin walks or scurries away, but today she just plopped down and enjoyed the attention.  She’ll roll over, stretch out, or even lie on her side.  She often moves forward as she’s being groomed but always close to the ground.  She had a burr in her tail here and didn’t mind having it removed at all.  Jean didn’t know I was taking the picture but she’s a good sport and was OK with me posting this.  Muffin couldn’t have cared less.

Dan O. De Ment

A Doe in the Morning

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On a morning in March 2009 I looked out our front window and in the next door neighbor’s yard stood the Doe you see above.  She was partially hidden by the tree, which by the way is no longer there, and seemed completely oblivious to the fact she was standing in the middle of a neighborhood.  She stayed a couple minutes longer before walking off through to the back yard and out onto the railorad tracks behind our home. (The railroad tracks have been replaced by a bicycle/ walking track as many of you know.)  I believe I posted the image years ago and then lost it when my hard drive fried.  Sorry the image is a bit fuzzy.

Since they installed the new track we seldom see any deer.  There use to be lots of cover for them when the railroad tracks were still there but since their removal seeing a deer is very rare.  They come up from our Nature Center once in a while.  Once we had four Does in the front yard. Never got a picture of that group.

Dan O. De Ment

 

Day is breaking over the Garage

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I captured this image a few mornings ago just as the light was dawning. I had turned away after opening the curtain and then realized what I was seeing so I went for my Canon Point and Shoot…Power Shot A590 IS.

Dan O. De Ment

The Bush is turning Crimson

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I was shooting in Peoria Heights the other day and noticed the above bush’s leaves turning a crimson color.  I had parked my car right along side what use to be, back in the day, a Pabst Brewing Plant.  It’s long since been turned into an office building.  Anyway, the bush was right next to the car on the passenger side and I didn’t notice the color changes until walking back to the car.  So much for a photographer noticing everything.

Dan O. De Ment