One thing I like to photograph in Wyoming is the bison. They are big, scruffy, and given their body size, fast. I’ve always thought they seemed out of proportion. Huge heads and shoulders, small waist and rear ends, and fairly short legs.
Their is a pretty dramatic size difference between male and females, that isn’t so apparent in other animals. This pair had a cowbird coming in for A Soft Landing.
This has been a weird year, shocking I know. This weird though is the weather here in Jackson. It’s been unseasonably warm all summer, which I’m kinda glad we missed, but after our brief cold snap, it’s warmed up again. The fall colors are just barely starting to happen though, which I’m glad about.
The snow and cold cleared out the small amount of smoke, and we had gorgeous blue bird skies for a few days. One morning I had the pleasure of watching 6 moose. Two cow calf pairs, and a couple of small bulls. This calf is apparently a boy, because he is curious and kind of a rule breaker.
I watched him walk right up to the other moose mom, who quickly kicked at him to make him go away. He ran back to his mom, who wasn’t happy about the whole situation. She started going towards the other pair, and making it known that she did not want them around. Ears back, and verbalizing she pushed then towards the river. They quickly obliged, and crossed to the other side.
If you’ve been following along on the blog for very many years, you know that we normally spend the majority of our summer in the Jackson Hole, Wyoming area. But, since this is not a normal year by any means, we took a different route, but eventually landed here. September is the best time to be here for photography anyway. After we left Montana, we spent about a week in Idaho and waited for Labor day to be over. We got here Monday, and that was good and bad timing. Monday evening we were photographing a couple of moose, and the rain and the wind really kicked up. Temps dropped 40 degrees in a matter of hours, and Tuesday morning we had about 4 inches of snow on the ground.
It was very cold too, 21 degrees. We went out that morning hoping to get some moose in the snow. We hiked around and finally found a couple of guys, but they apparently didn’t want to do anything but lay in the snow. We stood and froze for about an hour, hoping they would get up. They never did.
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