Triple B's Feathered Foragers

The gobble gang is back at it again.

Southbound from Triple B

While two geese waddle with purpose, one carves gentle ripples across the surface.

Phoebe at Triple B

Caught on camera! This Eastern Phoebe wasn’t expecting a photoshoot while out bug hunting.

Flightlines Over Triple B Camp

A red-tailed hawk soars silently above Triple B Cabin, scanning the fields below with razor-sharp eyes, hunting for the slightest rustle of a mouse.

The Watchers of TBC

Partners in crime, wing to wing.

TBC with the Cranes

Where sky meets water, two cranes find stillness and each other.

Red-Breasted Royalty at TBC

A flash of red against the green, the robin arrives like a tiny trumpet of spring. With a tilt of the head and a chirp full of confidence, it commands Triple B Cabin like royalty wrapped in feathers, equal parts charm and cheek.

Ballads from Triple B Cabin

Eastern Meadowlarks handle prairie rush hour with wings and song, no wheels, no horns needed.

Blue Jay at Triple B

Feathers flashing and chatter flying, just another wild morning at Triple B Cabin.

The Kingbird of Triple B

Wings spread wide, ruling the open air.

Harriet’s Perch on Triple B Cabin

Suspended between earth and sky, Harriet shows what true grace looks like.