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By using playback, I was able to coax this member of the Old World Warblers to land on a willow for my group on our photo tour this year.
Found several pairs of Cardinals but the most of them flew away immediately. 2 females stayed buried in the thicket and I tried to coax them out with Male and Female cardinal whistles. They both stayed put but I was able to get within 25 feet or so, till they finally went down along a creek.
Ulistac Natural Area
Today (Sunday), the parents were coming with big amounts of food, feeding partially then flying off. They would call from a nearby tree trying to coax one of them out. I believe there are two of them in the nest. They will be out soon.
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!
One of my favorite features of our old boy, Wolfbane, is his two little front white mittens! He always looks like he is tiptoeing!
Wolfbane "Wolf" is our oldest kitty here these days- he turned 17 in February of this year. Lately, he is very thin, but he still has a good appetite, BUT! He needs to be coaxed to eat, and likes a soft "topping" on his soft food. We were at the cottage in New Orleans for the week, but of course didn't want to leave Wolf at the Alabama house, so he traveled the 450 miles south with us! He has visited there with us before several times, and is right at home there. In fact, I think that he enjoys being an only cat! He is such a trouper. Sidi and Roux didn't even mind giving up a little of the space for his large travel carrier.
Happy Caturday, Everyone! for "Favorite Features"
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.
A curious Whitetail Deer Buck sizing up Orion and me with a nervous nose lick. Dampening the nose enhances its ability to catch a scent
This handsome specimen continues to use my neighborhood's woods (where he was discovered earlier) as his hideout.
BTW: If you only knew how difficult it was to coax the subject into striking this pose... 😀 😎 😉
Elephantella, also elephant's heads, Pedicularis groenlandica, is aptly named, for each flower looks like an elephant's head, complete with bulbous forehead, flared and draping ears, and a curving trunk held high. The stigma, or the structure that receives pollen, protrudes from the end of the trunk.
It is having a banner year, coloring mountain meadows pink to reddish purple. This wildflower is found throughout the western mountains in North America into Alaska, throughout most of Canada, and in one or more small populations in Greenland.
Elephantella is a hemiparasite, or facultative parasite, forming haustorial (fungal) connections with neighboring plants to take water, nutrients and minerals. They are obligate outcrossers, and are pollinated in Colorado by at least 7 species of bumble bees of the genus Bombus.
To coax the flower to release pollen, a bumblebee lands on the trunk, facing the elephant's head, and then vibrates its wings at a particular frequency that causes pollen to spill from the flower onto the bee.
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.
Trichogamma evanescens (wasp) hatching from a moth egg (Sitototroga cerealella)
The wasp Trichogramma evanescense lays its eggs into the EGGS of moths (here: Sitototroga cerealella). The complete developement from the egg to the adult takes place inside this egg. Since moth eggs are quite small (ca. 0.4 mm in this case), adult trichogramma wasps belong to the smallest insects in the world (max. 0.5 mm). With only 10000 neurons, it has the smallest brain of any insect, yet this is enough to survive.
Mitutoyo 50x NA 0.55 tube lens ITL200 (Nikon)
Illumination: Coaxial and oblique
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."
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.
Manzanar receives very little rain, but in the late spring, snow melting in the Sierra Nevada replenishes nearby streams. Tumbling down granite-walled canyons, those streams bring water that infuses life into this high desert landscape. For centuries, humans have harnessed that water to coax food from the land.
Paiutes diverted stream water to irrigate plots of edible native plants. After passage of the Homestead Act in 1862, farmers and rangers who came to support nearby miners staked claims on those irrigated fields. North of Manzanar is a slender line of cottonwood and willow trees marking Shepherd Creek, named for a family that settled here in 1864. Later ranchers and farmers dug canals to irrigate hay and grain fields. In 1905, brothers George and Charles Chaffey began buying land to subdivide into the orchard farms that gave Manzanar (Spanish for apple orchard) its name. George Chaffey installed concrete irrigation pipes to conserve water, and by 1921 there were 20,000 fruit trees growing at Manzanar. In the 1920s, the City of Los Angeles bought up Manzanar farms to secure additional water rights for the city. Inyo County declared the town of Manzanar abandoned in 1941.
The War Relocation Authority utilized Manzanar’s abundant water supply to make the camp as agriculturally self-sufficient as possible. Japanese Americans restored earlier canals and pipes, and diverted Shepherd Creek into a 900,000 gallon reservoir constructed northwest of here in 1942. In fields north and south of the camp’s living area, they cultivated 440 acres with 35 varieties of vegetables, grains, and fruits. In the area in front of you, victory gardens flourished, yielding bountiful vegetables and colorful flowers.
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.
No amount of coaxing would get this wise character to come out of his hiding place. Somehow this seemed appropriate (shame about the mono audio) www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jxaune1z3k