Suzanne Hendrich
@shendrich
Retired University Professor, Iowa State, Food Science and Human Nutrition, in Missoula, MT since 2018, enjoying flyfishing, nature journaling, hiking, meditation, volunteering, learning always, sending love and light.🌈
Tucked under the bank of the Big Flat ditch, spreadwings make their rendezvous.
Pacific forktails, often outnumbered, gems in the deep marshland grass.
Lyre-tipped spreadwing with sunlit embers, in awe of their fierceheartedness.
Glad to share their perch, perhaps one will point the way, this band of brothers.
Down low in the grass, she’s pugnacious by the pond, strongly so herself.
In the pondside brush the sedge sprites find their home range, gracing us with awe.
Coots getting bigger, ‘Rents still a bit nervous, a big world to explore.
I think she’s a bit peckish, someone is blocking her view to a snack.
As if to say, hey I am most awesome, female dot-tailed whiteface here.
Common green darners making sure eggs are safely tucked in until hatch.
Hello small brother, glad you accept a warm perch as you find your wings.
If I were this fish, a lovely cutbow, I’d smile at my quick release.
She proudly guides them to all the best fishing spots along the Clark Fork.
Funny how I just learned that antlions look like flop-eared damselfies.
Splendor in the grass, western forktails basking in the Montana sun.
She went for the twitch, gave a merry chase, awe and wonder to behold.
A flycatcher on her nest beside the Big Hole, good spot for hatches.
Someone took the fly, perhaps learned a thing or two, no harm, wounded pride.
On his patch of marsh near Lewistown, Montana, Mister Plains Forktail.
Patience rewarded by the creek, in the thicket, even they need rest.
Gathering one’s self, the mating chase averted, the thicket awaits.
So much more than the chicken nuggets of the plains, key to vast networks.
Bear Gulch pictographs, place of power for Blackfoot in the before times.
Spotted sandpiper taking a break from snacking just to be spotted.