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The roadrunner has been visiting us lately - and we've heard that he can be coaxed closer by imitating his call. So when I heard him yesterday morning, I grabbed the camera and hid out in the garage. He called again but I couldn't tell where it was coming from, it seemed to be everywhere at once. I answered and after a while he answered me. I looked everywhere but didn't see him, until I looked... up.
I had time for one shot before he realized that not only was I not a roadrunner but I had a camera. All wildlife has a fear and loathing of cameras...
Best viewed larger, you don't usually get a chance to see a roadrunner this close!
A little bird feed has done the trick here and attracted a few Bulwer's Pheasant to the high mountain hide at Trusmadi, Northern Borneo.
I am always amazed at how Regina manages to take the most amazing photo's of her 4 adorable kitties.
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No matter how hard I try to coax Ozzy and Florence to pose for me, they just aren't interested! Tonight I got down on the kitchen floor with Oz, not something I like doing as I can't get up again, but I was determined to take some good shots of him, but he was not playing ball. I did manage to get a couple of half decent shots but not good enough for SOOC so I had a play with crop and textures...
A bird sits on a antenna coax cable for a short rest.
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13 april 2016 - Week 15
Theme: Urban Wildlife.
I'm finally editing photos and trying to not dwell on twitter where both humor and cruelty is born. I look at this photo and thought of whispers. The light is a whisper in the dark. The night can be a scary place and we want to find the light so we can find our footing. I also see the light in this context as a trap because sometimes the light is trying to coax you out as an anglerfish. This is another one of my made up stories I'm creating for my pictures. This was a day of many thoughts and a rainy walk. Nothing scary happened which I'm grateful for.
Lucky has given up and isnt going anywhere. Boy that tree sure didnt seem that tall on the way up. Last shot before I gave up coaxing him down. I had to get a ladder and had a cat attached to my arm for a few minutes. Happy cat though after he got down.
Taming Light #10
Another 'creation' in the 'Taming Light' set where I try to control or 'coax' the refraction patterns into a little 'scene'. I'm not sure what this looks like to you but the intention was for an 'underwater scene' - not necessarily on this planet although I suppose it could have been at one time.
For new viewers: These are light refraction patterns or 'caustics' formed by a light beam passing through shaped and textured plastic forms. For this one, two plastics were used, a coloured one and a clear one in a 35mm film frame size format. The pattern is captured directly on to 35mm film by removing the camera lens and putting the transparent object in its place. Please note these are not computer generated images but a true analog of the way light is refracted by the objects I create.
This ewe was trying to coax her lamb to stand up. It was such an endearing sight. Eventually the lamb struggled up, leant against her and then found his sea-legs and hesitantly trotted beside her.
One of our most striking birds, the Baltimore Oriole (Icterus galbula) takes its name from England's Baltimore family, whose heraldic crest dons the same black and orange colors. While they appreciate mostly fat caterpillars for breakfast, they will also make plenty a meal of various fruits and berries. Many backyard birders coax these stunners to their feeders by putting out oranges and jams, but please remember to keep these feeding stations clean!
Interestingly, Baltimore orioles will often exhibit an interesting manner of feeding on fruits. "Gaping" occurs when the birds stab their closed beaks through the flesh of the fruit, and then open them, allowing them to lap up the juices with their filament-y tongues!
The porcupine does not need to be coaxed; they're vegetation. There are about thirty different porcupine species. North American porcupines are covered with more than 30,000 quills, which are specialized hair.
Despite their good defensive ability, they are preyed upon by fishers, cougars, and foxes.
A keeper uses food to encourage a lowland paca to spend some time outdoors. Pacas are herbivores. In some parts of South America and Central America, they're known as the "royal rat."
Oh child of mine, my bright butterfly,
Strawberry wings against a limitless sky.
Fluttering here, fluttering there,
Pulling me gently from my hidden lair.
You brought me out into the world once more,
Opening windows and unlocking doors.
Helping me mend, helping me see,
That life still holds beauty, and so much to be.
Heavy burdens, I know you bear,
Yet you took them on with a heart so rare.
Like a buzzing bee, you flitted around,
Helping new friendships and joy abound.
This old mother hen, tucked safe in her nest,
You nudged and coaxed to take on the test.
"People are okay," you’d softly say,
"Some good, some not—but try anyway."
Your heart is pure, your light so bright,
You’ve shown me the way through shadow to light.
Checking each day if I’d eaten, if I’d tried,
Keeping me going, with you by my side.
You keep me on my toes, never still,
Guiding me places with your bright will.
My butterfly child, so vibrant, so true,
The world is brighter because of you.
Tufted titmice are uncommon birds in Winneshiek County. I hope this one has a mate and is nesting here in the park. Notice the gray head tuft which is held down for the time-being. They are cavity nesters, and can be coaxed to live in a birdhouse with luck.
We’ve got a box in the basement labled “Computer Cords, etc.” that is filled with all manner of tangled cords and old electronics junk that I occasionally (very occasionally) find a use for. Here’s a view from the box of some coax connectors, including the crumbling green twistee that is holding one coiled cable together.
For Our Daily Challenge: Sloppy or Messy; and for Macro Mondays: junk theme
HMM, everyone!
Young Osprey's from nest #4. We had a wonderful day in the Minnow and the biggest treat was seeing these two fly! We think the one on the left may have fledged prior to today. It took for ever for the smaller one on the right to take off.... I can tell you it was a fabulous experience. We didn't see the Mother today but Dad was there coaxing them on, he flew to another piling and waited...we waited and waited :) Finally off the larger one goes... did a few loops passed Dad and landed on the boom. When the second one was ready there was lots of flapping and off it went a little wild...of course the 1st stop was to see Dad...but the landing didn't go well so another loop was made, Dad almost got taken out ... I have pictures :)) on the 3rd loop a successful landing was made. Now I don't know if this is a coincident but all of a sudden the sky was full of other Osprey flying overhead like it was a fledging celebration..?? Weird that it happened at that moment, wonderful that we were able to witness it.
It has taken me two weeks to coax this beauty into the Ivy, for the shot I wanted.
Tony's outdoor studio, aka, up the woods!
Uncropped
Like a timid creature coaxed from its lair, No 2306 briefly wheezes in to the sunlight, only to dive back into the cover of the undergrowth.
Near Attock, Punjab, Pakistan. December 2021. © David Hill
I was coaxed into uploading this by my beautiful best friend Julie. If you haven't looked at her photostream yet, go now! She's amazingly talented!
Generally I'm a very happy chap when I'm out and about with the camera, glad to be at large in the natural world with nothing else much on my mind other than trying to coax something out of the view in front of me. What's not to love about being in a beautiful place surrounded by fresh air and very often nothing but a few gulls for company after all? The clifftops at Godrevy are the place where I sit and smile at sunset, watching the colours change and wondering what's for dinner, no matter how cold or wet the weather is. Better than watching the telly I always think to myself.
And then just occasionally I feel that there's some sort of conspiracy among the elements to upset the equilibrium around me. The sea spray seems to be that bit more persistent than usual; the waves just a little too unpredictable for me to venture closer to the shoreline than I otherwise might; the sudden gusts of air combining with the other malcontents to find me settling for a position that I'm really not overwhelmed with. Take the volcanic sea stacks of Ribeira da Janela for example. When I saw Nigel Danson here on YouTube it was one of the first places I scoured the online map for. So keen was I not to miss out that I even booked the first week of the stay in neighbouring Porto Moniz so that I could visit more than once if need be. Despite the almost total absence of ambient light, Mr Danson had pulled every ounce out of the cool blue seascape and produced an image that had almost yanked my eyes out of their sockets in anticipation. In a location that reminded me so much of Cornwall, surely I'd be completely at home here in contrast to the challenges I'd no doubt face later in the mountains and the forests a mile above me in the sky?
The reality was that I found it very difficult to settle into any sort of rhythm here. Every single shutter release was punctuated by at least one resigned wipe of the filter with an increasingly filthy lens cloth. Unable to trust the sea that was throwing the odd stray wave much further up through the cobbles than its counterparts I stayed further back than I really wanted to. Further down there were enticingly glistening boulders fresh from their encounters with those occasional rogue soakers, while I timidly remained above the cobbled ridge that led steeply down to where the best action was happening. Over to my left, the river that lends its name to the village up above me raced down into the ocean, but with no route across that I could see without trespassing through the grounds of the local hydro electric power station I couldn't easily get to a position that would have included it in my foreground. It was turning into one of those sessions where I really wasn't being bold enough. Sometimes that happens in a brand new location where you're not sure what may or may not be safe. Perhaps I should have just got my boots wet and walked across, but the regular flow of selfie-seekers in and out of the frame was also distracting me and each time I moved to the left I lost the separation between the three elements in the sea that had drawn me here in the first place. In fact the wave breaking over the large boulder would have provided that separation anyway if I'd thought about it. And then there was the absence of scale. Ok so shooting at 0.8 seconds wasn't going to allow me to include any gulls, but I could have chosen a faster speed and blended in post to show the sheer size of the stacks, the tallest of which climbs forty metres out of the ocean to dominate the composition. In fact where were those gulls - had they not packed their cases and joined me here on a holiday from Godrevy? And then there was Ali, having examined the view returning to sit patiently in the car with the book she was reading. I'm so lucky she puts up with my spending long periods of time taking exactly the same picture over and over again, but my subconscious is always nagging me, reminding me that we can't stay here until it's almost dark. On my own I'd have stopped until the last of the light left the beach.
Yesterday Lee and I met up with our friend Lloyd Austin at Godrevy and one conversation we had summed the situation up well. "I love going back to a location over and over again," he said. We were at the place that takes up more than ten percent of the pictures I've included in my Flickr feed so clearly I was in agreement with him. Returning to a place on a regular basis allows you to "learn" it and gradually discover its best elements. Ok Godrevy with its miles of dunes, sand and rocks and a river has infinitely more possibilities than Janela where the subject appears to be both singular and obvious, but my experience here exemplifies the point. In the end I came away with a shot that I'm reasonably happy with - it wouldn't be here otherwise. I like the soft clouds under the golden hour sky and the timing of that breaking wave, but a wider angle would have let the scene breathe at the edges, and better use of those boulders as a foreground point of interest might have elevated the shot to one I might have wandered off the beach at sunset grinning about. Instead I shrugged, harrumphed at myself and vowed to return - something I did a couple of days later, but under a bright blue sky, the results of which are so far down the Madeira pecking order that they may never even reach the editing suite, let alone the public eye. I do at least on the second visit seem to have put my underpants on outside my trousers ventured a little bit closer to the sea and dropped the tripod a bit lower to the foreground. Shame I didn't look for a nice big rock to focus stack into the final image at the front of the scene though. And in neither group of shots did it occur to me to shoot the sea stacks in portrait mode - it seems an obvious thing to have tried now. Maybe the constant wiping of the filters was distracting me from the possibilities at hand. As I've been reminded by one of you recently, each of us is our own worst critic. It's a shame that Janela's not around the corner for me to try again with a bit more resolve, because the potential is there to make jaws drop to the floor with a bit more trial and error and the right conditions. Strange though, that the most familiar looking surroundings found me feeling out of my depth more than anywhere else on the island. Maybe that in itself is a learning point. Still - there are plenty more images to come from The Floating Garden, mostly with much happier results from locations where I did come away from the scene with a huge grin on my face.
As for Janela - well as long as nobody tries to build a hotel on stilts in between the stacks I can always go back one day and try again - after reading this story first to remind me what made myself so grumpy about the first couple of attempts there.
I just love the Takumar 1:1.8 85mm lens.
Its not meant for Macro, but with a little coaxing ....
( the #1 extension tube), it cooperates.
I do love the markings on these little finches. Managed to coax them into the garden this year, but only by putting Nigella seeds into a feeder. This one captured at the RSPB reserve at Lochwinnoch, Scotland earlier this year.
I was hoping..... with a little coaxing ....my neighbor's horse would overcome its shyness .....so we tried another shot ...
More photos below ...
I couldn’t coax a kitty smile out of Ollie last night. He enjoys this windowsill not just for the view but also because of the warm air from the baseboard heater below. I think Ollie wasn't yet fully awake when I snapped the photo.
After a good day of biking and birding at George Wyth State Park, I was just about to arrive back at my house when I heard this towhee making noise from a nearby shrub. I was able to coax him out into the open by 'spishing' him. He propped up in a small tree and made this proud pose for me while I took his picture. A bit of an early migrant back to Iowa, as it was flagged as rare on eBirds. It seems like everything is migrating back early this year due to the weather being so mild.
This Eastern Towhee was 1 of 6 Iowa year birds that I got on Sunday and 1 of 13 Iowa year birds that I got over the weekend which put me over 100 birds for the year in Iowa.
I had this little cat statue in my garden and decided to put it by where the chippies eat and see what happened, it didn't take long to coax them on it with sunflower seeds!
Heavy drone carriers of the 'Avari-Class' are state of the art low signature combat carriers.
When it was intorduced there was confusion over whether the carrier or the drones it was carrying were heavy... Once in use everything cleared up; both drones and the carrier itself are heavy! It features a massive side-open maintenance bay and 2 front launch bays. A small Cargo area and even a refining dock for sustainability beyond enemy lines.
Appart from its squads of drones, it features 8 capital torpedo launchers mounted sideways in the front of the hull.
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My entry for this 2016 edition of Shiptember.
Thing were a little rushed as this was built while moving to a new house. Build time was spread over 9 or 10 days roughly ... early in september with yesterday finishing the rear section in a hurry to take the pictures and quickly edit today.
It is 145 studs long (116cm) and features a large (provocatively and probably-disqualifying) amount of megablocks and printed parts (mostly tiles), both in a dark olive military color.