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... how close the weekend already is - TGIF!
Grove snail / Hain-Bänderschnecke (Cepaea nemoralis)
on a small, dry stem in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
... ahead to the weekend - TGIF!
Impalas / Schwarzfersenantilopen (Aepyceros melampus)
Moremi Game Reserve, Botswana, Africa
... towards the long Easter weekend - on a 'holiday Friday'
Blackbird / Amsel - Schwarzdrossel (Turdus merula)
on a mossy rock in Botanical Garden, Frankfurt
digging up the moss in search of food.
A typical bee-eater courtship scene. HE returns with a (potential) bridal gift to the branch where SHE is waiting.
Do you notice HER expectant expression? 😉
Terrys removals arrive to drop off some furniture just as another train full of excited children expectant with the thought of meeting Father Christmas departs Bewdley bound for Santa's Grotto at the North pole. (AKA Arley station)
“The world is quiet here.”
― Lemony Snicket
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
― Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
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Starting to see some pretty blossom on the trees around here - such a lovely sight.
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When we visited Porto, Portugal, we met a seagull outside our hotel window who had developed a strategy to get food scraps thrown to him by staring in with an expectant expression. If we had had some food in our room, it probably would have worked :)
"Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now."
~ Richard Bach (from Jonathan Livingston Seagull)
♫ Do What You Can ♫ - Bon Jovi & Jennifer Nettles
Mending
by Hazel Hall
Here are old things:
Fraying edges,
Ravelling threads;
And here are scraps of new goods,
Needles and thread,
An expectant thimble,
A pair of silver-toothed scissors.
Thimble on a finger,
New thread through an eye;
Needle, do not linger,
Hurry as you ply.
If you ever would be through
Hurry, scurry, fly!
Here are patches,
Felled edges,
Darned threads,
Strengthening old utility,
Pending the coming of the new.
Yes, I have been mending …
But also,
I have been enacting
A little travesty on life.
🌎 ᴡɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴊᴏɴ'ꜱ ʟʏʀɪᴄꜱ ꜱᴀʏ ꜱᴏ ᴇʟᴏQᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ: "ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ..." 🌎
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Nockamixon State Park, Quakertown PA., USA
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Green Heron with a large American Bullfrog tadpole
Nikon D500 camera with Nikon 500mm f4 G VR lens and 1.4 converter with fill flash.
1/250 F5.6 ISO 640
In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
PSALM 5:3
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
― Norton Juster
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Taken during our visit to Innisfil, Ontario.
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"Mom .. why do we have to wait?"
"Because it will happen"
"When will it happen?"
"That doesn't matter"
"Why doesn't it matter?"
"Because we'll be here"
" .. Uncle Bert .. why ..?"
"Sssshh lad, I'm concentrating"
"Why do we have to concentrate?"
"It's good practice"
"For what"
"For when it happens"
"Does it matter when it happens?"
"No, but it will"
" .. Uh ..ok"
This is my first opportunity to observe a nesting seagull pair. Hopefully I will eventually see their chicks hatch and fledge. Not so sure about the rooftop location since there is no access to water before they can fly. Time will tell.
Vancouver
Stay safe and be kind
The expectant looks on the faces of these two chicks as they search for signs that mum has food to give them.
Each chick has a dot of white near the tip of their beak and it was fun watching them walking quickly across the lily pads to get to the food bought to them.
It is interesting how the tip of mum's open beak has cast its shadow on the lily pad located immediately behind her and the first chic.
I spent over an hour photographing these coots and watching mum and dad foraging for food. Every now and again dad would wander off, up or down the river attending to perimeter defense.
As adults, [all] coots have a drab color scheme, with black bodies and white bills. Their chicks, however, have an aesthetic that’s part drunk friar, part disheveled lion, and part tequila sunrise. Their faces and bald pates are bright red, while their necks are encircled in scruffy yellow-orange plumes - extract from an article by Ed Yong, "The Survival Advantage of Being a Fancy Baby Coot" printed in 'The Atlantic', date unknown
a blush
of darkening
gold, last
light at dusk
across the pond’s
smooth glass,
wind stilled,
all fallen silent,
expectant, as
if the moment
to be recalled
came gliding
out of shadow,
itself a softer
shadow,
chiaroscuro,
a wisp, perhaps
nothing
to be
seen
-- miguel de ozarko
this little attack dog was not much bigger than a golden hamster 😄
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dieser kleine Kampfhund, war nicht viel größer als ein Goldhamster 😄
... towards the weekend - TGIF!
Kudu-Lady (Tragelaphus strepsiceros)
in Karongwe Game Reserve, Limpopo Province, South Africa
Softly awakened
to the dark,
as if by invitation,
I commune
with the quiet
that lays itself down
just before festival
of this carousel world
ever-turning
warm indigo to
expectant breezes
whispering a welcome
and a fare-thee-well
as ever-gently
all that is night
lifts its velvet veil and
curtsies
to the ever-patient morn’
waiting behind the gate -
donning pastel hues
of possibility
and I know
secrets in celebration
dance for twilight-few.
Gianetta Ellis
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from March 2019. Enjoy!
🇦🇷 Caracolero
🔬 Rostrhamus sociabilis (Vieillot, 1817)
🇵🇾 Taguato jatyta, Taguato-jatyta, Taguato-vevyi
🇧🇷 Gavião-caramujeiro
🇺🇸 Snail Kite
Unfortunately, one of our gang of four died suddenly. For a little while after, the remaining horses would wait expectantly at the paddock gate for their missing and much missed friend.
Back to do the shot at Glenfinnan again whilst a little snow still capped the mountain tops, but this time from the other side of the valley, looking down Loch Shiel towards 'home' in Acharacle. The tourist season is only just warming a little with Easter not far away and I heard an expectant roar from the crowd at the right hand end of the viaduct as the Jacobite "Hogwarts Express" blew its whistle to announce its arrival.
Howard Marsh, Curtice, Ohio USA
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Rare east of the Mississippi, we found two males in the reeds. They would fly a short distance in and out of the reeds. constantly teasing us. A few miles down the road from Magee Marsh, is the newly opened, 1000 acre, Howard Marsh-one of the many fantastic Ohio Metroparks. It was a wonderful place to bird and photograph birds. We spent several mornings here and had a blast.
Nikon D500 camera with Nikon 500mm f4 G VR lens with 1.4 converter.
1/2000 f5.6 ISO 640
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The LORD upholds all who fall, and raises up all who are bowed down.
The eyes of all look expectantly to You, and You give them their food in due season.
The LORD is righteous in all His ways, gracious in all His works.
The LORD is near to all who call upon Him, to all who call upon Him in truth - Psa 145:14,15,17,18
... towards the weekend - TGIF!
Lappet-Faced Vulture / Ohrengeier (Aegypius tracheliotus, Syn. Torgos tracheliotus), Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania, Africa Africa
... towards the new week!
Long-tailed Fiscal / Langschwanzwürger (Lanius cabanisi)
in Tarangire N.P., Tanzania
I can't imagine having a flickr stream without fluffy animals in it.....farmyard types I mean, like cows, sheep, ponies, chickens....goats.
These sheep were more expectant. I'm awaiting a baby girl to be produced over night..... I think it could be a long night.
Why did one sheep, just one, show its arse and face the wrong way? 😒 I almost managed to get all their attention. Just one awkward one.
Winter Queen walks serenely and silently onward,
As if floating across frosted, muted landscapes.
Her floor trailing coat a cool watercolour flash,
Against a backdrop of silhouetted, bare branches and trunks,
Nodding seed heads on stalks,
And pale, grey skies that envelope it all.
Much of her is covered, her face exposed,
Brown skin glowing with beauty and warmth,
From a heart whose fire stays burning ever gently.
Her head turns one way and another to survey,
This precious wintry realm of stark splendour,
She made a promise to Autumn to keep and protect.
Her brilliant crown of snowflakes, stars and Winter roses,
Sits atop her afro of tight, silver curls,
Sparkling as it catches the meek light of the sunshine.
She is regal indeed, with an aura of nobility,
Not by birth, an inflated manmade construct,
But by nature’s hand, by earth’s seasonal wand.
She embraces her purpose with grace and wisdom,
Presiding over the cold and hardened earth.
Much of the natural world lies sleeping and biding,
Until time and warmth signal approaching Spring,
Tingling along patient roots, expectant stems,
Unfurling tendrils and hopeful buds.
She moves through Wintered woods, over snowy mounds,
looking for signs of creatures in hibernation.
Are they safe in their cosy, ecologically friendly homes?
Lying still beneath twiggy, mossy roofs?
Entwined in sleeping bags made of Autumn’s leaves?
Yes, she is satisfied they are biding their time too.
Signs of life remain on chilled earth and air,
Whilst others have sought out more hospitable climes.
Winter Queen has no favourites, but gains much joy and comfort,
From the valiant efforts of her winged and feathered friends.
How they flit and chatter, how they sing and soar,
How they commune and continue from dawn until dusk.
Her predominant responsibility is with the natural world.
However Winter Queen spares many a contemplation,
For the beings that live alongside and beyond hers,
For their world struggles for balance and this imbalances hers.
Love and kindness are in abundance there too,
But there also exists much anguish and injustice.
She sends her good wishes from within to without,
Calling on icy fractals to accept and absorb them,
Chilled, undulating airwaves to disperse and broadcast them.
She yearns for the people to heed the picture of Winter,
To see beyond the oils and pastels of it’s starkness,
For in it’s canvas are woven the themes for survival.
The fabric of love and life exist in their preservation,
In conservation, restoration and their essential protection.
For the continuance of the self, of humanity, of nature,
Of the gifts the universe has bestowed and made plenty.
Time taken to rest and to heal gathers strength,
And energy for future endeavours and strides.
Quiet pensiveness has descended over person, land and tree,
A calm introspection, remembrance and honesty.
But in earth’s stillness is a fruitful dormancy,
A preparation for growth and for challenges ahead,
A continuance of gentle but necessary proaction,
For with action comes hope and hope must survive.
Winter Queen will walk the earth, a beacon of reassurance,
Until the transition is upon her and temperatures begin to rise.
Nature’s excitement will grow and in the distance she will see,
Her sister Queen ready to embrace and to thank her,
To graciously receive the baton of hope and life,
For her task of conducting Spring’s mass awakening.
In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly - Psalm 5:3
Sunrise from my deck.
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Photograph of two of the more expressive adult otters looking somewhat disbelieving...and expectant!! Photographed at British Wildlife Centre, UK
I think this wild horse is in a delicate condition - we’ll go out again in May to look for new foals.
Australasian Grebe (Tachybaptus novaehollandiae) male female
Just time for a quick visit to the Vic Uni Pond today. The Grebe chicks should hatch any day now. A difference in behaviour in that both male and female (and I can't tell which is which) didn't venture very far from the nest, giving me some opportunities to get some images with both in the frame.
"Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
― Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
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