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The late evening sun casting shadows on on an adventurous tendril of grapevine as it tumbles over the back fence of a suburban garden.
"In the mid-1800s, Evening Grosbeaks were uncommon to rare east of the Rockies, but then they began moving eastward with each winter migration, reaching Rhode Island in the winter of 1910–1911. By the 1920s they were considered a regular winter visitor in New England. This eastward expansion may be related to the growing number of ornamental box elders, which provide a steady food supply for the grosbeaks."
The oldest recorded Evening Grosbeak was a male, and at least 16 years, 3 months old when he was found in New Brunswick in 1974.
A heavyset finch of northern coniferous forests, the Evening Grosbeak adds a splash of color to winter bird feeders every few years, when large flocks depart their northern breeding grounds en masse to seek food to the south. The yellow-bodied, dusky-headed male has an imposing air thanks to his massive bill and fierce eyebrow stripe. The female is more subtly marked, with golden highlights on her soft gray plumage. This declining species is becoming uncommon, particularly in the eastern United States.
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Evening
I went for a sunset walk yesterday evening, it's great to get out and take some of this sort of shot, it seems to have been so windy this summer I've hardly had any opportunities.
Music by Jon Bryant - Evening Sun
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1EiV8qAxsA
Lyrics:
All the colors of the evening sun
On your sweet face
Take me home
Like the fullness of the midnight moon
Pure and simple
I love you
So few hold the hand of faithfulness
I can't let up
Mad for you
It is good to find a lover in this life
Take her to the waters and never ever leave her out to dry
But my father always sang this chord:
Set your eyes upon the Lord
Set your eyes upon the Lord
Oh the feeling when I kissed your mouth
Middle of night
Such relief
Ain't no currency to buy your heart
Pure as gold is
What reward
The Indian Paint Brush red in the fence as the sun goes down, the Angus looking on for a treat possibly.
Our home is on the very edge of our small town and this view is just a couple of blocks away.
when I saw this scene, I rushed home to grab a camera hoping there would be enough light to capture the scene. There was quite a bit of haze caused by the dust of the harvesting and wildfire smoke coming in from the western part of the country which probably intensified the sunset colors.
In a small town like ours everyone knows everyone and news spreads fast. I learned the next morning at the coffee shop that this field yielded poorly because of the severely dry growing season.
Shot with my iPhone 12 Pro Max
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