I played golf for twenty-five years, and during that time I focused on very few things on the course besides that little white ball below me, the green grass in front of me and the expectation of hitting that spectacular shot. It rarely happened as I hoped, although there were days when I had relative success. But, I gave up the game four years ago, and I haven’t looked back. Now my trips to the golf course are for the purpose of monitoring a bluebird trail, which grew from my involvement in Master Naturalist training and volunteerism. I enjoy my outings even more now because of all the wonderful things that are hiding out there, and I take my camera along almost every week with the expectation of getting that spectacular shot. Here are some I took today that I think gave me relative success on the golf course.