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A large flock of Crows.
They have been gathering here before heading off to roost in the evening.
My rough count is just over 200!
Oh, and don't forget the 13 Canada Geese!
ODC Our Daily Challenge: White
Color my World Daily: Black & White on Sunday
new 365 project in 2021: 204
An educational streetlamp in San Francisco's Japantown teaches the Japanese words for "cat", "dog" and "crane".
"People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle."
Nhat Hanh
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"If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,
I'll sail the world to find you...
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see
I'll be the light to guide you..."
The first light of dawn crests the Wasatch Front as lights of Salt Lake City glimmer in the distance, as seen from the Great Salt Lake’s Stansbury Island.
a mummy damselfly trying to make friends with a tiny bug like thing...
a field stack of 43 images handheld in natural light
The final shot from a short but productive session at Belper earlier this month catches East Midlands Trains' 10.47 Newark Castle - Matlock (2A30) pulling away from the station beneath the characterful Midland Railway arches.
The unit doing the honours is almost 30 year Metro-Cammell veteran, class 156 no. 156415. The sun didn't put in much of an appearance that day but happy to say it did come out for this one.
7th December 2017
"Birding is a three-dimensional pastime. It’s superior to, say, mushrooming, where the quarry is never higher than your shoelaces. And, of course, misidentifying a bird won’t kill you. Now, while all the mushroomers get busy writing angry op-eds, let me explain.
Birds fly. The sky’s the limit. One can’t go birding without looking up. The entire forest is stratified, from the treetop warblers to the ground foraging turkeys. And in the middle: thrushes.
Members of the thrush family spend much of their time on or near the ground. They forage on foot.
Males on territory might sing from a treetop, but they are often content to croon from a lower branch in the canopy. Birders sometimes complain about “warbler neck,” the pain that comes from looking high into the trees. Nobody complains about thrush neck.
Robins and bluebirds are thrushes. They’re easy to tell apart. The rest? Not so much. All the medium-sized thrushes are various shades of brown, with whitish, spotted breasts. So when walking in the woods, identification becomes easier if you start with a default bird: everything is a hermit thrush, unless it isn’t.
The hermit thrush is the most common and widespread thrush in Maine. It is comfortable in the understory of both hardwood and softwood trees. It forages through the leaf litter on the ground. When surprised, it may fly to a nearby branch where it can look you over and assess the threat, perhaps raising its tail or wiggling its wings. In other words, it’s easy. Its reddish tail contrasts with its brown body, confirming the identification at a glance. The whitish breast is lightly spotted.
Hermit thrushes don’t go far in winter. Most stay in the states. Some are even found on Christmas bird counts in Maine. They are the earliest of the brown thrushes to return, and start singing in late April.
Like their cousins, the song is an ethereal, flute-like melody, rising and falling. "
by Bob Duchesne (serves as vice president of Maine Audubon’s Penobscot Valley)
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I was fortunate enough to meet the sublime azraviolet9 and capture her beautiful spirit.