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I made a trip to Cape Cod yesterday and visited Paine's Creek at sunset. It was a great experience, and I happened to come across this couple collecting clams, while the sun was setting. Just magic
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Was the shell empty? Only the oystercatcher knows!
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Today it was extremely sunny. A perfect day for my my husband and I to take a ride to the nice citadel in Landskrona,
Inside the citadel these clams popped up on the grass. Perhaps the birds have beeb eating on them? I saw lots of gulls big and small nearby and figured this would be something they'd like.
My contribution to the theme "punctum".- Photo Sunday
I think this hungry fella or shella??? was looking for some fresh seafood to chow down on. I captured him / her on the way back from Princess Luisa Inlet while on the boat handheld so be kind ... Kris.
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This shot was taken from the cable car 360 in Tung Chung Bay,Lantau Island^^
Another shore bird with one of those razor clams. You might have seen the discussion in my post a couple of days ago of the Willet, and how the bird gets the meat out. It takes a bit of work, but once it manages to squeeze in, it pretty much digs and shakes to get the meat loose and out. Clam momentarily got away from it here on a big shake.
Clam Beach is a locality in Humboldt County, California. It is located 13.7 km north of Arcata, at an elevation of 10 m. Clam Beach 'is where Highway 101 meets the sea.
When I heard that I might find limpkins at Harn’s Marsh in Lehigh Acres I went to look them up on my trusty iBird app as I had no clue what they looked like. Armed with this knowledge I set off one morning in search of them and a couple of other species I had not seen or photographed before. The Marsh did not disappoint, for no sooner had I got out of my car and headed for a pond I saw limpkins around the shoreline. Score!
I knew that they ate mollusks, but I had no idea how they opened them up. I soon found out. A limpkin picked up a clam shell and proceeded to tip it up on end. It would slip the tip of its beak inside the shell and then proceed to lift it up and then push down, hoping to pry the shell apart. After a few attempts it succeeded in opening the shell and then downed the treat inside. Nature is so ingenious!
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I love a 365 as you never know where your next photo is going to happen. I was out shopping in Birmingham and looked up and saw a new angle on the Selfridges building. Very pleased!
A Black turnstone can be seen feeding on a clam along a tributary ocean shoreline in Equimalt Lagoon, B.C., Canada.
The Black Turnstone breeds in western Alaska as well as in the Yukon-Kushkokwim Delta. They winter in the rocky shores along the Pacific coast of North America from southern Alaska southwards as far as north-west Mexico where it occurs in Baja California and Sonora with a single record from Nayarit.
The Black Turnstone is a small wading bird, one of two species of turnstone in the genus Arenaria, the Ruddy Turnstone being the other.
An Alaska brown bear is reflected at low tide as he searches for clams along the shore of Cook Inlet, Alaska. The bears sniff out clams buried in the sand and mud and dig rapidly with their large claws to catch them before the clams move deeper.
13/06/2023 www.allenfotowild.com
A quilt, titled Graffiti Glam Clam, exhibited at "Quilt Show 2023: An Exposition" in Voorheesville, NY. Awarded a first-place blue ribbon. Quilt name: Graffiti Glam Clam. Quilter: JRS. Exhibit sponsor: QUILT Inc. (Quilters United In Learning Together). What a cool name for a quilt! Fortunately the light helped me to capture textures and shadows in my photo, so that the image isn't just flat.
For thousands of years my soul was trapped in Atlantis, repeatedly echoing those last fleeting moments of life before the disaster. Eventually I managed to transcend the weighty bonds shackling me there and was able to reenter the physical world. It was ironically my great love of Atlantis that allowed me to finally leave. Fueled by the great affection I had for my people and the wonderful memories of my former life, I was at last reborn.