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Doe and fawn. Perhaps without language or words for everything, we could communicate more effectively.
As you can see folks the parent never took her eyes of the sibling, and here you can tell that the young one is just starting to get a little color on the side of the body and the back, I found this quite astonishing, anyway thank you for stopping by and have a great day everyone.
A Bullock's oriole pair took turns feeding their three hungry babies in a nest at Barr Lake State Park near Brighton, Colorado.
These new parents look tuckered out, no doubt with 22 babes!! Guess where the chicks all are in this picture?!
Olympus E-M1 Mark II
Olympus M.14-150mm F4.0-5.6 II
Aperture ƒ/5.6
Focal length 150.0 mm
Shutter 1/640
ISO 800
While out at Theodore Roosevelt National Park, all the babies had been born. That includes the prairie dog...pups were everywhere with their parents. This was a bonding moment!
Looking for my special hoomans ♥
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31 years ago today my mom died. This was her last picture. My youngest son was just 6 weeks old, and my parents were going to Florida for the winter. I was going to miss them. They would be back by April to file their income taxes. Home shopping club had been advertising this new telephone device, that you plugged your phone into it, and if someone had the same device, you could see them while you were talking to them! Futuristic for sure! We didn’t buy them. My mom died the next day, after they arrived in Florida to their house trailer from a heart attack. She was 70 years old. That was a Sunday morning August 8, 1991. I was just remembering our conversations of how I was going to miss her and how I wished we had those devices to see each other while we talked. 31 years later, I just finished talking to my older son and daughter in law from my Ipad with FaceTime. We FaceTime all the time without thinking about it. 31 years ago it was a dream. I never had another phone call from my mom after she left, and she didn’t come back in April. My Dad came back two days later. I saw my mom at her funeral. She has been with the Lord these past 31 years. My dad joined her on October 31, 1999. Time sure does fly by and things change so much in this world. The Good news is The Lord never changes! His Word doesn’t change either. Some people think it should change to accept today’s changes. I have peace that it doesn’t change. The Bible says, Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever. Hebrews 13:8❤️
Back at the Hunter Wetlands, a great day with Archie McCafferty!
I took many photos of these Moorhens with their babies but not many came out ok, I think it had something to do with the time of day and reflection off the water.. that's my excuse anyway ;-)
The pond at home acts as a nursery helping to restore the frog population in the area.
About 3 years ago when the first baby frogs (Pelophylax esculentus) were born there was one, the biggest of them all that since its juvenile years sat at position 45, if one looks at the pond as a clock.
At start of winter the frogs leave for hibernation in the close by bushes and only come back to the pond by spring of the next year as adults to mate and then leave after laying their eggs. For the rest of the year, until next hibernation, only the year's babies inhabit the pond.
Unusually this year I observed there was a big adult one still there and sitting exclusively at position 45.
I have a suspicion this is 45, now close to 4 years old, parenting its offspring. Also, this is first time I see the display of close interaction among them, touching each other in the hands and the feet.
Baselland, Switzerland
PB_M0109-2.2 - 400mm
This young Barn Swallow had landed on this bolted sticking out the side of this food bridge and the parent went down to encourage to fly. I was less than 5 feet from them, so I took a quick couple shots and backed off and watched until I saw them fly up out of the area. Thinking teaching a kid to walk is hard, try to teach it to fly!
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The Bald Eagle, with its snowy-feathered (not bald) head and white tail, is the proud national bird symbol of the United States—yet the bird was nearly wiped out there. For many decades, bald eagles were hunted for sport and for the "protection" of fishing grounds. Pesticides like DDT also wreaked havoc on eagles and other birds. These chemicals collect in fish, which make up most of the eagle's diet. They weaken the bird's eggshells and severely limited their ability to reproduce. Since DDT use was heavily restricted in 1972, eagle numbers have rebounded significantly and have been aided by reintroduction programs. The result is a wildlife success story—the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service has upgraded the birds from endangered to threatened. Though their numbers have grown in much of their range, bald eagles remain most abundant in Alaska and Canada. These powerful birds of prey use their talons to fish, but they get many of their meals by scavenging carrion or stealing the kills of other animals. (Such thievery famously prompted Ben Franklin to argue against the bird's nomination as the United State's national symbol.) They live near water and favor coasts and lakes where fish are plentiful, though they will also snare and eat small mammals. Bald Eagles are believed to mate for life. A pair constructs an enormous stick nest—one of the bird-world's biggest—high above the ground and tends to a pair of eggs each year. Immature eagles are dark, and until they are about five years old, they lack the distinctive white markings that make their parents so easy to identify. Young eagles roam great distances. Florida birds have been spotted in Michigan, and California eagles have traveled all the way to Alaska.
107/366/2020, 3394 days in a row.
Taken on an evening visit to drop stuff to my parents who are "Cocooning" during the Lockdown, really miss giving them a hug xx
Torwood Street in Torquay in 1956, looking down towards The Strand and harbour. The Old Market Inn can be traced back to the mid-nineteenth century and is now called The Clocktower. The grand Neo-Baroque style building, then occupied by Torquay Motors Ltd, is now Grade II-listed. It was intended to be a theatre, but this never came about and it was in use as a shopping arcade from around 1910. The buildings are very much the same today, but the road traffic and vehicles have changed somewhat!
This scene was taken on a Kodachrome transparency by the late Reginald Easton of Burwood Park, Walton-on-Thames, Surrey, whose photographic collection was bequeathed to my parents upon his death in 1967.
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