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Hormiguero Cejiblanco, White-browed Antbird, Myrmoborus leucophrys.
Especie # 2.025
Hacienda Armorique
Departamento de Junín
Perú
Looking over Yeoman Hey Reservoir to Dove Stones Reservoir and on to Wimberry Moss, with the distinctive shape of Alderman's Brow on the right and Ashway Rocks on the left. Seconds after pressing the shutter the sail boats on Dove Stones disappeared along with the rest of the view and I was soaked to the skin, the rain was almost being blown uphill the wind was so strong.
Black-browed Barbet (Megalaima oorti) No post-processing done to photo. Nikon NEF (RAW) files available. NPP Straight Photography at noPhotoShopping.com
On a hot Summers day in Cumbria, Jubilee No.45699 'Galatea' heads the northbound Dalesman past Eden Brows.
A handy pile of bales gave an extra 12ft of height to make this vantage point possible.
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Crypturellus transfasciatus
Our incredible run of luck with Tinamous continued with the arrival of this Pale-browed.
Another bird of the Tumbesian region, it is believed to be undergoing fairly rapid population declines, though as with many birds of this region, it is poorly known.
Shortly after dawn was it's favourite time to come for food...
The colorful Turquoise-browed Motmot with its striking long tail feathers is one of the most beautiful birds of Costa Rica. They rival the Quetzals in their glorious colors, and are certainly easier to find.
Motmots don't build their nest in trees, but in an earth hole on a steep slope. They are related to the kingfishers and are only found in the Neotropics.
I was surprised that out of 4 species I'd captured at Jiangfungling Forest Park in China; 3 of them are on the ABA checklist.
"This warbler is strongly migratory and winters mainly in tropical South Asia and South-east Asia..." Wikipedia.
This little finch grows to about 11.5 cm, and is widespread along coastal and south-east Australia.
These ones were seen close to the main entrance of O'Reilly's Rainforest Retreat in Lamington National Park.
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Gardening when we discovered White-browed Scrub Wren had set up a nest in the Passionfruit and Kiwi Fruit vines over the pergola. Left them alone when we realised :)
They're supposed to nest in scrub on the ground but this would be safer!
It was more than thirty years ago when I first saw a Black-browed Albatross; A lost individual that resided in a Gannet breeding colony on the Shetland Isles. This one was photographed off the Falkland Islands in the South Atlantic where they breed in good numbers. Many albatrosses have suffered recently by becoming entangled in the hooks of long line fishing boats. These hooked lines can be several kilometres long and attracted by the captured fish, entangled albatrosses can be dead or mortally wounded by the time they are reeled into the fishing vessel. Because albatrosses are so long-lived (over 70 years!) and slow-breeding, the loss of adult birds has led to a serious population decline in many species, including the Black-browed. Experiments with heavier lures that do not float have had some success. Black-browed is one of the smaller albatrosses with a wingspan of just 2 to 2.4 metres.
I know where I want my ashes scattered.
If you are on the M25 heading anticlockwise, Southbound, between junction 17 and 16 there is a sign stating that you have entered Buckinghamshire. Not long after that on the left is a field, and a tree in the middle of that field will stand out. All alone, on the brow of a hill, it draws the eye. Over the years I have passed this tree hundreds, maybe thousands of times, seen it with leaves, without leaves, backed by thick slatey skies, ‘Simpsons’ skies, obliterated by fog, backed by a sherberty sunrise. I have always wanted to have a photograph of it in all of its variations on my wall but have never had the impetus to pull off the motorway and actually find a route to it.
That tree and I have eyed each other through good times and shitty times, when times are shitty I particularly think about wanting to be deposited there when I’m gone.
The first year of secondary school, I had a bad time. I was like a young meerkat who had been rejected by the mob, certain members were able to influence the rest with their smear campaign and out I was cast.
Like those nature programs where a member of the group is rejected for a superficial reason - they smelt funny, they got knocked up by the alpha male when they were not alpha female, they hurt their paw and couldn’t keep up - Suddenly I found myself alone, wandering the concrete plains, conspicuous by my solitude. The jackals – sullen 11 year old boys in my year – trailed the scent of weakness, yelled ‘loner’ at me every lunchtime and delighted in telling me what the girl who hated me had been saying. I imagined wildlife filmmakers were following my pathetic plight without intervening. ‘Rejected juvenile Naughton has survived another day alone in the grounds of the school. She skulked in areas where she knew there was cover and eventually found a bench at the top of a hill above the playing fields, that looked out onto the M25. It seemed that it was not within the territory of any predators, the plains below were filled with 5th year jackals, focused only on their footballs, so she cowered there unseen, able to keep a look out for the enemy whilst watching the vehicles charging clockwise North, longing to be inside any one of them.’
Having my ashes scattered under this tree is a most suitable spot. I live on the periphery. In most other people’s lives I am merely a fleeting presence, like the littlest hobo, except I don’t help anyone and no children cry when I disappear again. Every time someone who once knew me is driving along that section of the M25 they might pass the tree and think of me. This would certainly be more often than they’d ever think of me otherwise - If my ashes were in some garden of remembrance. This way no-one has to actually go out of their way to visit me, they can just pass by on their way and wave, or swear - apt representation of all of my relationships anyway – arms length/motorway’s width. You can’t actually go up to the tree, you can only view it from a distance, see it in passing, no chance to linger, no awkward pleasantries, no small-talk.
One idle Monday-dreading-Sunday I decided, today was the day to photograph my tree of death. Using Googlemaps I was able to find my tree and work out the possible routes to it.
Googlemaps streetview now shows, with little blue dots, the places people have taken photos, and you can see the exact spot they stood. My tree features in several of these shots. Maybe this could be the future of memorials - we can do away with engraved benches and instead have Google Memorials – a black dot on the map that, when you roll over it, shows who chose this to be their memorial spot - a brief life history, a couple of photos, links to every one of their multitude of blogs, websites, tweets, so much information that they are practically alive again according to their web presence. In order to secure the best memorial spots bidding would be done on Ebay, top spots being famous landmarks, football stadiums and strip clubs. Then we may as well have Google Graves and Google Gore – gold stars for all the spots where famous people are buried, and red splatters where noteworthy deaths occurred, you know how we like that. Instead of just getting it to show the traffic situation on your phone you can also ask for the gore spots to be shown. “Oh damn, accident on the M4, sorry kids, we’d better find another route to Legoland – in fact if we take that back road there are three gore-spots we will go past, you’d like that wouldn’t you kids?”
“Yay!!!!”
Like the Yellow Thornbill I posted last week, these birds are breeding at the moment. Likewise, the Cuckoos are back in town and are looking for suitable hosts.
This Scrubwren has a nest nearby. I was actually following the call of the Shining Bronze-Cuckoo below, which put me on to the Scrubwrens. There were two Cuckoos in the area.
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The white-browed bulbul is a member of the bulbul family of passerine birds. It is a resident breeder in Sri Lanka and peninsular India. Largely olive coloured above with whitish underparts, it has a pale supercilium and a yellow vent. Wikipedia
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