Rain, rain, rain. Nearly all of the creeks and rivers in the area are flowing over their banks, and the usually brown and tan prairies have transformed into lush, green meadows. Deer are starting to give birth to their fawns – Dan, Rob and I watched a mother deer lick her wobbly twins clean as they nursed for the first time, they couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours old. We’ve seen only one golden eaglet on the big nest at Roxy (from our ground-level angle), but judging from the way that the adults act when it’s feeding time, I don’t doubt that there’s a smaller eaglet as well. The nightly thunder storms have been great for wildlife viewing, but not great for wildlife photography – just too dark and wet.