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During my short stay in Norfolk I found myself drawn to species that I rarely get to photograph as I live in the Pennines. Bar-tailed Godwit was one such species as my only previous photos are of dull, non-breeding plumaged birds. Almost all of the Bar-tailed Godwits I see are in their plain plumage, but this individual still had quite a bit of colour. Alas it was a dull day, but I was still pleased to get one with quite a bit of breeding plumage. Unlike Black-tailed Godwits, Bar-tailed are rarely seen away from the coast in Britain, and they have never bred here. They breed on Arctic tundra adjacent to the Arctic Ocean from Lapland right across to Alaska but these eastern populations do not winter in Britain. Those from eastern Siberia winter in West Africa but stop off to refuel in Britain on their way back north in May. The ones from Alaska winter in New Zealand but they make the 11,000km journey without stopping and it takes them about 7 days to complete.
I photographed this one on the beach at Titchwell, where a couple of birds were showing a bit of breeding plumage colour.
Old Marines rule.
Well this one does "seriously bar fit"; I certainly can't keep up when it comes to drinking.
A good friend that had to put up with me spilling beer over him when my chair collapsed.
Hemyock coronation celebrations.
7th May 2023.
Bar-tailed Godwits all in a row
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En Toledo; una gran idea; el bar se llama CÃrculo de Arte, Se organizan exposiciones, actuaciones de grupos noveles, hay buen café y copas a buen precio... y una música excelente, nada de Bisbaleo. Todo en la antigua iglesia de San Vicente. A ver si en mi pueblo hacen lo mismo.
Bar Headed Geese
Head Maralla Sialkot
Punjab, Pakistan
Canon EOS 7D Mark II
Canon EF 400mm f/5.6 L USM
@ f/5.6 1/1250 ISO 100
Bar La Torre resides in a 12th century tower in Borgo Pretale along an ancient Roman road in Tuscany. The tower was built as a roadside inn providing refreshment, merriment and lodging for the many Crusaders travelling enroute to– and (hopefully) returning from the fighting in the holy land. The walls here at the tower's base flare out to over eight feet thick to support the enormous weight of the structure… little wonder it still stands after nine hundred years have passed!
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Limosa lapponica. Burrill Lake. NSW. I'd spent ages trying to get close to a couple of Oyster catchers, looked up the beach and I was being calmly watched. Me, not so calm, my first Godwit...a lifer. Over the weekend it spent so much time back and forth in front of the house I almost got used to it, but those first few minutes.... were lots of fun.
371) Bar Tailed Godwit
Bar-tailed Godwit, Limosa lapponica, Kedidi Ekor Berjalur
The bar-tailed godwit breeds on Arctic coasts and tundra mainly in the Old World, and winters on coasts in temperate and tropical regions of the Old World and of Australia and New Zealand. A winter visitor here in Malaysia. Its migration includes the longest known non-stop flight of any bird and also the longest journey without pausing to feed by any animal. It forages by probing in mudflats or marshes. It may find insects by sight in short vegetation. It eats mainly insects and crustaceans, but also parts of aquatic plants.
In Dwight, Kansas--a fly-speck-of-a-town about 25 miles south of Manhattan. This was from my Christmas Day romp through rural Kansas, and the second time I'd paid the little town a visit. The first time was several years ago as I tried out a new camera--my old Nikon D7100. The bar and grill had patrons inside on that last visit, but there were none on this day. Of course, it was Christmas, but a look through the windows revealed that the place had been vacant for quite some time--another sign of the slow drip-drip-drip of small-town demise. Now Dwight's citizenry would have to travel to Council Grove or Junction City for a bite to eat.
I didn't tarry long as the town was, on the whole, rather boring--photographically speaking. As I was walking back to my car, I noticed a small boy sitting outside the town's library, head down, appearing as if he was rather unhappy. I approached and asked if he was okay--something I did hesitantly as I imagined being greeted with cries of "stranger danger." But it turned out he was simply immersed in some music he was listening to via an ear piece. So, I wished him a pleasant Christmas and went on my way. A few miles down the road I found a barely standing house where I ended up spending perhaps two hours taking photos, one of which can be seen here (contains nudity):
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