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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
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This mother loon patiently watched out for her chick as it spent most of it's time with it's head under water searching for minnows.
MacLeod Lake
Carson-Pegasus Provincial Park
Alberta, Canada
Young dipper demanding foos from poor parent who was constantly fishing for this youngster and it's sibling.
So this morning i had to take some supplies around d to my parents for Christmas as they decided it was probably safer for them to stay at home., Not that either my wife, daughter or i have been mixing with anyone. As I am their support bubble I am allowed round.
You can see my mum stood in the doorway to the right
Well the walk was rather eventful as was the walk back.
I'd made it most of the way round Strumpshaw Fen when I came across two large swans sitting rigt in the middle of the path. My heart sank when I saw they had two cygnets...I crept very slowly passed them...within 3 or 4 feet and was only hissed at as I stepped away from them - they then congratulated each other on a job well done ;-)
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NikonSB910Speedlight in Wescott Apollo Orb Deep Octa 40" with grid left.
NikonSB910Speedlight in Lastolite Ezybox 80X80 for fill right.
A least tern parent patiently helps its chick get the hang of swallowing a fish. You can see that the chick drops the fish, then the parent gently picks it back up and lets the chick try again. Love the look on the chick's face in the bottom left frame--so intently eyeing its meal!
We all come from the same parents, the same place........
Enigma, one of my favorite artists, performing "The Same Parents":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OenFriNZknU
Lyrics (Michael Cretu):
We all had the same parents
Many million years ago
Why can't we live in freedom
Without hunger, with no war?
At the beginning,
We all had one mother and one father
That's where we're descending from (attention)
I don't, I don't understand why so much hate (attention)
Between races, and religions
Its smile, insane
I don't understand (amazing)
Why it hurts, people died (incredible experience)
We all had the same parents
Many million years ago
Why can't we live in freedom
Without hunger, with no war?
(attention) I don't, I don't understand
why so much hate (amazing)
We all had the same parents
Many million years ago
Why can't we live in freedom
Without hunger, with no war?
At the beginning
We all had one mother and one father
That's where we're descending from
We all had the same parents
Many million years ago
Why can't we live in freedom
Without hunger, with no war?
I don't, I don't understand...
I don't, I don't understand...
I don't, I don't understand...
We all had the same parents
many million years ago...
We all had the same parents
many million years ago...
Proud Expectant Parents
Yellow-crowned Heron bring a gift of nesting materials and inspecting their four precious eggs at Ocean City, New Jersey
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I'm not someone who likes to parent by punishment. I like to inspire cooperation and model good behavior. But sometimes that doesn't work. Like when you slam your sisters head in the door "by accident". Or when you punch her in the face (another accident, you argued, because you meant to punch her in the leg and missed). Everyone makes mistakes, but I'm beginning to suspect that you think it's ok to be mean. So today we took your door off it's hinges, took away all electronics, made you write lines and letters of apology. I know this isn't you. You're going through something and whatever it is, I'd like to help you through it, but being nice and kind and respectful are three things I will insist upon. Here you are laughing at someone who didn't deserve to be laughed at. Check yourself, kiddo. Mama is unimpressed.
the whole family were on the lake together, but these 2 were close and kept popping their heads under the water for pond weed etc...YSP, West Yorks
don't all seedlings need a little vacation?
a little r & r in seattle's rain and its temperate climate can only do these babies some good.
The parent and a young chick which is about five weeks or so old nesting on Bempton Cliffs at the RSPB nature reserve.The birds keep this plumage for about a year turning predominantly brown before they start to take on their white plumage which takes up to five years.
This was a gift for my mother on her birthday. It's a microscale model of my parents' house in the south of Sweden. The real house was drawn and built by my father.
This is my first attempt at building a house that exists in real life.
Tonight at a restaurant an older woman stopped by to compliment us on how well our boys were behaved. Which was funny, because not ten minutes before that I had commented to Michael that they were having a particularly good night. It was a nice thing to hear after a bit of a rough week: all four of us came down with a GI bug and we've had some challenging "toddler" moments from the older one.
Despite the downs involved in the parenting rollercoaster, I almost daily feel as though the days/weeks/months are slipping by entirely too fast. I'm lucky right now in that the younger one (still a baby in my book) falls asleep while we rock together in a chair at night, and I get to cherish his warmth and weight and I get to breathe him in and be truly mindful of our time together. In those moments I feel as though the hardest parts of parenting for me aren't the tantrums or the sleep-deprived nights or the constant winter colds or the loss of time and energy once devoted to being creative (and that is a hard part). Rather, the hardest part for me is realizing how very little time I have to enjoy these boys in each stage of their lives as they grow. How no matter how mindful I am, there will be a day when I can barely recall what their voices sounded like when they first learned to talk, or their bumbling unsteady steps as they learned to walk, or what it was like to sit and rock with each of them.
Too soon they'll be too big to rock, too embarrassed of me to hug for more than a moment (especially in public), too grown-up to hold my hand.
So that's the hardest part, I think, about parenting: loving them so much that you'd prefer they not grow up, but helping them to do just exactly that.
Image made with my Nikon F100.
April 27, 2021
Bluebird Mom and Dad share the feeding duties for the hungry chicks. They are in and out of the box all day. They both work very hard to keep the "kids" happy!
Eastern Bluebird (male)
(Sialia sialis)
Brewster, Massachusetts
Cape Cod - USA
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Another photo of this nice and beautiful couple, that I photographed four weeks before they became parents for the first time last year.
It's not that often I get to take portraits during the beautiful golden hour and sunset, but I love it when I do!
Check out more nice photos of them in the links below the line!
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Just out of the nest and being fed by surrogate parents - an ever gaping mouth kept the pippits very busy. Not the clearest shots weather turning bad again! Oh for a bit of sunshine especially seeing something like this when you need good conditions.
I spotted a young Blue-faced Honeyeater today sitting by itself on a branch, probably waiting for one of it's parents to feed it. A Noisy Miner flew in and attempted to attack the youngster but the Miner was then scared off by one of the parents. Here is the parent on lookout, the kid had flown off to a different tree.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Informal portrait of my mum and dad in their home taken using on camera flash bounced off the ceiling and a reflector - which unfortunately did catch a highlight in their glasses.
Tonight at a restaurant an older woman stopped by to compliment us on how well our boys were behaved. Which was funny, because not ten minutes before that I had commented to Michael that they were having a particularly good night. It was a nice thing to hear after a bit of a rough week: all four of us came down with a GI bug and we've had some challenging "toddler" moments from the older one.
Despite the downs involved in the parenting rollercoaster, I almost daily feel as though the days/weeks/months are slipping by entirely too fast. I'm lucky right now in that the younger one (still a baby in my book) falls asleep while we rock together in a chair at night, and I get to cherish his warmth and weight and I get to breathe him in and be truly mindful of our time together. In those moments I feel as though the hardest parts of parenting for me aren't the tantrums or the sleep-deprived nights or the constant winter colds or the loss of time and energy once devoted to being creative (and that is a hard part). Rather, the hardest part for me is realizing how very little time I have to enjoy these boys in each stage of their lives as they grow. How no matter how mindful I am, there will be a day when I can barely recall what their voices sounded like when they first learned to talk, or their bumbling unsteady steps as they learned to walk, or what it was like to sit and rock with each of them.
Too soon they'll be too big to rock, too embarrassed of me to hug for more than a moment (especially in public), too grown-up to hold my hand.
So that's the hardest part, I think, about parenting: loving them so much that you'd prefer they not grow up, but helping them to do just exactly that.
Image made with my Nikon F100.
Hutsulian wedding in Bukovina.
Chernivtsi, Ukraine.
The "Gates" refers to an area with a nice decorated table with some flowers and special table cloth. The table is located in front of the main entrance of the house where the bride resides. On the one side of table - bridesmaids, friends of the bride, and locals from the neighborhood wait in anticipation.
So after the negotiations, the dressing of the bride, and the bridesmaids competing for the lucky pillow, the bride and groom finally unite. They are greeted by their godparents, who proceed to bless them with holy icons.
A long time ago wedding icons were traditionally passed from parents to their children. Performing a wedding ceremony with the parents' icons could offer a powerful blessing, considering that the parent's marriage was healthy and successful. During times of USSR communistic rule, people were not allowed to visit holy places and churches. People were also forbidden to possess holy icons and religious artifacts. Many church's and religious items were purposely destroyed by the communist government. As a result, very few parents of modern couples were able to experience holy matrimony in church.
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A parent will literally be willing to take a child's place before they'll give up trying to save their offspring from death. A normal reaction.
As the parent increased the attack the hawk flew off with the remains of the mockingbird offsping in tow. All the birds, not just the mockingbirds, followed and continued the attack. The mockingbird was the only one who continued hitting the hawk on the back. They drove the predator from our yard.