Oklahoma Bird Guide (Checklist) ~470 Species
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Experience is the best teacher of all. And for that, there are no guarantees that one will become an artist. Only the journey matters...
Harry Callahan
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prunus mume, white japanese flowering apricot, 'Big Joe', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
ebird.org/ebird/argentina/view/checklist/S37613620
Familia Cuculidae
Es una especie que se ha beneficiado con las actividades agropecuarias.
Es un ave sociable que vive en grupos de hasta 15 o 20 individuos.
Los nidos son comunales.
Nueve de Julio - Buenos Aires
Argentina
Info. de la Guía de Aves Argentinas Digital que ahora se puede bajar gratis la App para tablets y celulares .
Snowy Plover (Charadrius nivosus nivosus)
Breeding Male
Family: Plovers
Gulfside Beach
Lee County, FL
2017/06/21
Marbled Godwit (Limosa fedoa)
Non-breeding -- Molting
Family: Sandpipers
Bunche Beach Preserve
Lee County, FL
2017/04/10
"McCall's" Screech-Owl (Megascops asio mccallii)
Gray-morph
Family: Typical Owls
Estero Llano Grande SP
Hidalgo County, TX
2016/11/01
Black-throated Green Warbler (Setophaga virens)
Adult Male
Family: Wood-Warblers
Price Twp--JMC Pocono Property
Monroe County, PA
2016/05/20
Blackpoll Warbler (Setophaga striata)
Fall
Family: Wood Warblers
Price Twp--Former Homestead
Monroe County, PA
2019/09/23
Bullock's Oriole
1st-Summer Male
Family: Blackbirds
S. Meridian Rd.--Hanover Rd. to Pueblo Co. line
El Paso County, CO
2016/07/01
Painted Buttonquail (Turnix varius), Castlereagh Nature Reserve, Penrith, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/australia/checklist/S102538996
The painted buttonquail (Turnix varius) is a species of buttonquail, the family Turnicidae, which resemble, but are unrelated to, the quails of Phasianidae. This species is resident in Australia where numbers are believed to be in decline. A subspecies, the Abrolhos painted buttonquail (Turnix varius scintillans), is endemic to the Houtman Abrolhos islands.
Source: Wikipedia
The RE20/RB22 is the only line near where I live which still has locomotive hauled regional trains. In 2020 when I first moved to the Rhein-Main area the trains were hauled exclusively by the East German designed 143 and 114 class. However, in 2021 the locomotives were partially, but not completely replaced by more modern Bombardier 146s. Due to a persistent locomotive shortage the 114s and more infrequently leased 143s make an appearance on the line.
In 2020 I was completely oblivious to the line and never photographed it when it was easy. In the last two years I have tried to get some of the 114 workings after work, but the locomotive turns never seem to line up on days when I remember to check and its sunny.
Last Friday I checked BahnExperte and was surprised to see no less than 5 BR 114s in the pattern, and with two headed southbound in good evening light. A quick trip after work truip up to Bad Camberg was in order.
About an hour later 114 036 leads another Frankfurt bound service around the classic photo curve south of Bad Camberg.
I had been searching for this scene for years. It’s been hanging on in the fuzzy checklist of images that I’d like to capture. Then finally last year, I found myself in the right place at the right time. Sometimes just getting out is the biggest reward and sometimes the reward is a little more tangible.
Before each dive I go through a checklist to ensure my underwater rig is working properly - did I take the lens cap off, is the autofocus switch properly set on the lens, are the o-rings clean, is the battery sufficiently charged, etcetera. But on this dive, I failed to check everything ... the switch on the strobe trigger was not turned on. Above water this error takes just a moment to correct. The only solution underwater is to end the dive.
And of course, we find a frogfish. So I did a custom white balance on my white fins and took the shot. (Maybe not needed because the WB could be adjusted in post, but I figure I would try it out.) Much to my pleasant surprise, the image isn't dominated by blue (which usually happens underwater). Amazingly, what little red was down there was still captured by the camera. And, the look of the image is different than one taken with strobes.
So I learned something - maybe sometimes I should experiment to see what can be done without strobes. Always using strobes might get in the way of some creativity.
This orange frogfish is about 6cm long. I returned several weeks later (with strobes working) and it had doubled in size.
It's home is an elephant ear sponge (Agelas clathrodes). They are estimated to live up to 2,000 years. So in this image, the sponge is probably the more interesting living creature!
Frisian landscape checklist:
- flat.... CHECK
- muddy... CHECK
- empty... CHECK
- grey... CHECK
- salty smell... CHECK (well, at least in my mind)
- boring... NO WAY
Nowadays landscape photographers prefer to shoot from high mountains with spectacular light and some eye catcher in the foreground. It has become sort of an unspoken rule, just like the rule of thirds. And they come up with good shots.
With this shot I deliberatly go against the grain. It shows what I like about the frisian wadden sea landscape. There's no excitement, no hectic hustle and bustle, no spectacular eye catcher to be beheld. To me, the emptiness always conveys a sense of peace and freedom. So, take a moment to sit back, let it soak in, calm down, breathe.... and smell the salty air.
Enjoy!
Bar-shouldered Dove (Geopelia humeralis), Wianamatta Nature Reserve, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/australia/checklist/S66026359
The bar-shouldered dove (Geopelia humeralis) is native to Australia and southern New Guinea.
Source: Wikipedia
Boundary Bay - 72nd St. Turf Farm, Delta, Vancouver, BC
Checklist: ebird.org/ebird/canada/view/checklist/S32774465
Lifer!
Continuing bird found yesterday by lironsnaturephotography.com . Seen by many today feeding with GWGU. Determined to be an advanced 3rd-year bird.
Painted Buttonquail (Turnix varius), Scheyville National Park, Hawkesbury, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/checklist/S100312815
The painted buttonquail (Turnix varius) is a species of buttonquail, the family Turnicidae, which resemble, but are unrelated to, the quails of Phasianidae. This species is resident in Australia where numbers are believed to be in decline. A subspecies, the Abrolhos painted buttonquail (Turnix varius scintillans), is endemic to the Houtman Abrolhos islands.
Source: Wikipedia
Metallic Starling (Aplonis metallica), Cairns, Queensland, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/checklist/S123717619
The metallic starling (Aplonis metallica), also known as the shining starling, is a bird in the starling family native to the Moluccas, New Guinea, Queensland and the Solomon Islands.
Source: Wikipedia
This wasn't the ideal scenario during the day before we were going away. Usually, I'd be doing the final bits of packing, taking another look through the holiday checklist on my phone, coming to a final decision on which camera and lenses were coming with me and making sure the passports were in the bag. And with a 7am flight the next morning, from an airport that's three hours drive away, I'd be getting plenty of rest too. I thought the days of arriving sleepily at the frantically charged Silver Zone car park desk long before the first cock had crowed were a thing of the past, but this latest escapade seemed to have crept under the radar. There was a time when we'd run the gauntlet of exhaustion to maximise the amount of hours of hard won leave under the sun, but since we put ourselves out to grass, we're generally content to turn up at the airport after the initial tsunami of budget flights have carried their passengers off to Faliraki, Torremolinos and Magaluf. I'm always amazed at how many people can be found swilling pints of lager in the departure lounge at five thirty in the morning. Beer? I like it, but I don't n-n-n-need it. Coffee? Yes, I definitely do.
But today, a little over twelve hours before setting off to drive through the night in the direction of Bristol Airport, I was at the top of a ladder, balanced precariously against the leaning poplar of the back garden, that had very suddenly lurched to an even more acute angle than before, the result of a storm that had rattled through the neighbourhood the previous night. As far as I knew, the old wooden ladder in the garage hadn't been used for at least twenty years, but it seemed to have retained its structural integrity and held firm as I chopped away at the most troublesome branches, catching them as they fell and dropping them to the grass below. Ali had been adamant for several years that the tree, which had been very gradually toppling towards the greenhouse, needed to go, while I continued to rabbit on about carbon stores and campaigned for its salvation. Now, finally, I had to admit defeat and accept that the sorry looking poplar would probably have to be felled. Another lively tempest and it would almost certainly go crashing through the greenhouse, and while bringing it down safely would need a professional, I could at least remove the branches that were hanging over the topmost panes. Up a ladder with a chainsaw when you're supposed to be bringing the suitcases downstairs. Not ideal really.
Enter James, our caped crusader with a bigger chainsaw than mine. No sniggering at the back please Brian! James was a young tree surgeon, recommended by my brother, with a special emphasis on the word “surgeon.” Well, “tree” as well really I suppose. If the poplar could be saved, James, I was assured, wasn't a man for indiscriminate arboreal armageddon without good reason, and would do everything within his power to rescue it. And to our lasting surprise, he was able to come over from Falmouth today and take a look. Usually when we want anyone to come round and install, repair or remove things that are beyond our comprehension, they seem to need at least three weeks’ notice. In fact, at the time of writing we are still waiting for the electrician, the man who's going to paint the fascia boards and the guttering, and her nephew who is supposed to be fitting a new chimney cowl to replace the one that was blown off in a later autumn storm. But James was here within hours, inspecting the leaning specimen and immediately declaring that yes indeed, it did need to come down. He'd be back tomorrow and while he was here, he'd prune the sycamore that was making a bid for the roof of the house and bring down the long expired elm by the boundary wall. The magpies weren't going to be very happy about that. With the poplar no longer an immediate threat to the greenhouse, we could move on with our day. Ali told James we were about to go on holiday and then added I'd be doing some photography while we were there. Usually people just nod and move the conversation on at this point, but he was genuinely interested and asked if I could show him some of my pictures. So I introduced him to my wall. And a book. Yes, that one with the pink swirling clouds was taken in Iceland. He seemed quite impressed. What a nice young man! As long as the tree stayed upright (or as upright as it could manage) for one more night, we could relax and enjoy the holiday without worrying about what we might be returning to three weeks later.
A little more than twenty-four hours afterwards, as we dozed under a warm Mediterranean October sun on the beach, a message and accompanying video clip came through. “All done,” the message said, as we watched a short video of our hero abseiling up the tree on a rope with all the agility of a particularly large squirrel, a huge chainsaw dangling menacingly from his utility belt. Pictures followed showing a neatly stacked pile of logs as agreed, ready for the splitter and a year or two of seasoning. The poplar was no more, reduced to a fresh supply of winter fuel, and the greenhouse had survived, standing proudly in the autumn sunshine to see another day. Maybe the tomato plants will actually pay for themselves now they're no longer mostly in shadow. Last year's dismal sun starved crop worked out at about a pound for each ripened fruit.
Harsh as it sounds, I don't miss that tree. It was a continual source of discord in the household, and the back garden seems so much more spacious without it. Even in our own little world at home, the landscape is ever changing. Maybe we can mark its demise with a few extra tomatoes in the salad this summer.
Australasian Grebe (Tachybaptus novaehollandiae novaehollandiae), Nurragingy Reserve, Blacktown, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/australia/checklist/S118941336
The Australasian grebe (Tachybaptus novaehollandiae) is a small waterbird common on fresh water lakes and rivers in greater Australia, New Zealand and on nearby Pacific islands.
Source: Wikipedia
A little taste of what's to come in the next few weeks. Be sure to keep an eye on my flickr as well as my website: joryteltserphotography.com
Hattah-Kulkyne National Park--Victoria, Australia
Asian Dowitcher (Limnodromus semipalmatus), Stockton Sandspit, Newcastle, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/australia/checklist/S123838207
Their breeding habitat is grassy wetlands in inland Siberia and Manchuria. They migrate to southeast Asia as far south as northern Australia, although both the breeding and wintering areas are poorly known. This bird is always found on coasts during migration and wintering.
These birds forage by probing in shallow water or on wet mud. They mainly eat insects, mollusks, crustaceans and marine worms, but also eat some plant material.
Source: Wikipedia
A Pacific Golden-Plover (Pluvialis fulva) on migration in Bhaktapur, Nepal. #championofmigration
Story behind the shot: www.ianhearn.com/post/manohara-1
eBird: ebird.org/checklist/S73447255
My website: www.ianhearn.com/