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Red backed Shrike - Lanius collurio
The red-backed shrike (Lanius collurio) is a carnivorous passerine bird and member of the shrike family Laniidae. The breeding range stretches from Western Europe east to central Russia but it only rarely occurs in the British Isles. It is migratory and winters in the western areas of tropical Africa.
Once a common migratory visitor to Great Britain, numbers declined sharply during the 20th century. The bird's last stronghold was in Breckland but by 1988 just a single pair remained, successfully raising young at Santon Downham. The following year for the first time no nests were recorded in the UK. But since then sporadic breeding has taken place, mostly in Scotland and Wales. In September 2010 the RSPB announced that a pair had raised chicks at a secret location on Dartmoor where the bird last bred in 1970. In 2011, two pairs nested in the same locality, fledging seven young. In 2012 there was another breeding attempt, this time unsuccessful, probably due to a prolonged spell of wet weather. In 2013 breeding was again confirmed in Devon, with two young fledged at a new site.
This return to south western England has been an unexpected development and has raised speculation that a warming climate could assist the bird in re-colonising some of its former haunts, if only in small numbers.
Population:
UK breeding:
1-3 pairs
UK passage:
250 birds
Exploring the various passages at the Baths in Virgin Gorda was a blast. I wish I was there now as this is one of my all time favorite places to spend an hour - day - week, etc.
Red backed Shrike - Lanius collurio
Male - Sutton CF
The red-backed shrike (Lanius collurio) is a carnivorous passerine bird and member of the shrike family Laniidae. The breeding range stretches from Western Europe east to central Russia but it only rarely occurs in the British Isles. It is migratory and winters in the western areas of tropical Africa.
Once a common migratory visitor to Great Britain, numbers declined sharply during the 20th century. The bird's last stronghold was in Breckland but by 1988 just a single pair remained, successfully raising young at Santon Downham. The following year for the first time no nests were recorded in the UK. But since then sporadic breeding has taken place, mostly in Scotland and Wales. In September 2010 the RSPB announced that a pair had raised chicks at a secret location on Dartmoor where the bird last bred in 1970. In 2011, two pairs nested in the same locality, fledging seven young. In 2012 there was another breeding attempt, this time unsuccessful, probably due to a prolonged spell of wet weather. In 2013 breeding was again confirmed in Devon, with two young fledged at a new site.
This return to south western England has been an unexpected development and has raised speculation that a warming climate could assist the bird in re-colonising some of its former haunts, if only in small numbers.
Population:
UK breeding:
1-3 pairs
UK passage:
250 birds
"No bird soars newborn, but there comes a time when the air recall is stronger than the fear of falling and then life teaches him to spread his wings."
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***** Todos piensan en cambiar el mundo, pero nadie piensa en cambiarse a sí mismo.
***** Everybody thinks of changing the world, but nobody thinks of changing themselves.
After every storm at some point the sun is shining again, no matter how dark its gonne get and how strong the wind is shaking You. It will clear again. And in moments like this, when You see what was almost lost, everything will look different. Everything will feel more intense, more glowing, more colourful and warmer. Bethink of moments like this, to come through hard times better, because You know were You want to go. Remember to it even more in calm and sunny passages of Your journey, to see the real value of the things and the people surrounding You.
Nach jedem Unwetter wird irgendwann die Sonne wieder scheinen, ganz gleich wie dunkel es wird und wie sehr der Wind auch an Dir rüttelt. Es klart wieder auf. Und in solchen Momenten, wenn Du siehtst, was beinahe verloren war, sieht alles plötzlich anders aus. Alles fühlt sich intensiver an, leuchtender, bunter und wärmer. Besinne Dich auf diese Momente um besser durch harte Zeiten zu kommen, weil Du weißt, wo Du hin willst. Erinnere Dich noch mehr in ruhigen und sonnigen Abschitten Deiner Reise, um den wahren Wert der Dinge und der Menschen zu sehen, die Dich umgeben.
The lovely 10 other Flickr friends that I spent 11 days with last June will recognize this bridge, as we passed over it several times back and forth :)
This is the Fraser River in Fort Langley, taken a few evenings ago, in the same place as the Silence image I posted last week.
Best zoomed in to see all the details.
Brescia (Lombardia), Italy, 2019
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We are in Strasbourg, at Petite France neighborhood, crossing the bridge to enter the part of the old city, on our way to Notre Dame. It's 1:33am in the morning and I still haven't figured out what was it that made my head turn and caught my eye. There was something so attractive in this scene yet I couldn't tell what was it exactly. Was it that dim light painting the walls in a warm orange cast? Was it its reflections on those stairs? Was it the path next to the canal leading the eye? Maybe the windows standing in line next to each other, making their own entrance into the scene...
Don't know really. But when I saw that couple passing under the bridge, walking that narrow passage way, I knew I had to take the shot. Only to discover seconds after the click, that I had a modern fairy tale scene to get with me back home. And finally I knew what was it that caught my eye. It was Time. Everything was from another era, a different timeline, which somehow stood still for aeons, waiting for me to find it in the middle of a summer night. There it was with its tales, luring my mind deep in the shadows of history, pulling me in the old city to relive its glories of the past...
If you happen to find your self in Strasbourg, go to Petite France, on the bridge of Rue de la Division Leclerc late at night. Follow the pathway under the bridge only to find yourself in a magical place from another age, wandering under the dim light, in Time itself...