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I found the dry lavandula
I felt the sensation of nesting
I picked up the leaves and the hedera
I reaped the rose fruit
I made the liquidambar leaves branch
I composed the nest
I photographed
And in the end it flew away...
Technique: Nesting Miner Bee Deconstruction.
Tech Specs: Canon 80D (F11, 1/250, ISO 200 with highlight tone priority) + a Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens (around 2x) + a diffused MT-24EX (both flash heads on the Canon flash mount, E-TTL metering with -1 FEC). This is a single, uncropped, frame taken hand held.
If you follow my photography, you know I have been closely monitoring the progress of a nesting pair of Red-headed Woodpeckers. This is a short video I produced this evening.
I have topped this nesting material up three times so far, and the tits, and I have even seen the robin, are still pulling out tuffs to use in their nests.
Fort William Historical Park
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My dear Flickr friends I have been under the weather and unable to post more often. Our internet service which is the only option that we have in this area sometimes gets too slow and often fails. I am looking forward to admire your beautiful art. I hope you are all enjoying the weekend.
I stopped by one of the Deltona Lakes and found this lovely Sandhill Crane nesting. I took several shots and was able to approach her without disturbing her. I was totally immersed in capturing all the movements of this gracious and elegant Mom. I did not see her partner and it surprised me because they are often together. Every time she saw other Sandhill Cranes fly over the lake she stretched her long neck as if she was hoping that it was her mate coming back to their nest. I hope he is well and goes back to his darling wife to share the load and get to care together for their new baby.
PD: God willing if I am not in need to go back to the Hospital again, I am planning to share with you at least two more of the shots that I took of this lonely Mom “Nesting by the Waters”
As usual I will like to thank you in advance for stopping by to appreciate my work with all your heartwarming comments, faves and views and for sharing your wonderful photographs.
I treasure your healing thoughts, wishes, prayers and sweet friendship. As I keep on gathering strength I will be able to return your lovely comments. Thank you so much for your sweet kindness.
Peace and love to all of you! :)
Nesting by the Waters
Nesting by the waters
of Your saving grace
in your peaceful sanctuary
I abide.
Your infinite love is
my nesting ground
where you bring into
harmony the uneven
rhythm of my broken heart.
Your infinite love is
my nesting ground
where you revive my
fainting lonely soul.
Your infinite love is
my nesting ground
where you lift up my spirit with
your splendorous radiance.
Nesting by the waters
of Your saving grace
in your peaceful sanctuary
I abide.
Poem by Kenziu Garcia
Sandhill Crane at Deltona Lakes, Florida.
“Psalm 104
Praise the Lord, my soul.
Lord my God, you are very great;
You are clothed with splendor and majesty.
The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment;
He stretches out the heavens like a tent
and lays the beams of His upper chambers on their waters.
He makes the clouds His chariot
and rides on the wings of the wind.
He makes winds His messengers,
flames of fire His servants.
He set the earth on its foundations;
it can never be moved.
You covered it with the watery depths
as with a garment;
the waters stood above the mountains.
But at your rebuke the waters fled,
at the sound of your thunder they took to flight;
they flowed over the mountains,
they went down into the valleys,
to the place you assigned for them.
You set a boundary they cannot cross;
never again will they cover the earth.
He makes springs pour water into the ravines;
it flows between the mountains.
They give water to all the beasts of the field;
The wild donkeys quench their thirst.
The birds of the sky nest by the waters;
they sing among the branches.
He waters the mountains
from his upper chambers;
the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work.
He makes grass grow for the cattle, and plants
for people to cultivate, bringing forth food
from the earth:
wine that gladdens human hearts,
oil to make their faces shine, and bread
that sustains their hearts.
The trees of the Lord are well watered,
the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.
There the birds make their nests;
the stork has its home in the junipers.
The high mountains belong to the wild goats;
The crags are a refuge for the hyrax.
He made the moon to mark the seasons,
and the sun knows when to go down.
You bring darkness, it becomes night,
And all the beasts of the forest prowl.
The lions roar for their prey and seek
their food from God.
The sun rises, and they steal away;
they return and lie down in their dens.
The people go out to their work,
to their labor until evening.
How many are your works, Lord!
In wisdom you made them all;
the earth is full of your creatures
beyond number,
living things both large and small.
There the ships go to and fro, and
Leviathan, which you formed to frolic there.
All creatures look to you
to give them their food
at the proper time.
When you give it to them,
They gather it up;
when you open your hand,
they are satisfied with good things.
When you hide your face,
they are terrified;
when you take away their breath,
they die and return to the dust.
When you send your Spirit,
they are created, and you
renew the face of the ground.
May the glory of the Lord
endure forever; may the Lord
rejoice in his works-
he who looks at the earth,
and it trembles,
who touches the mountains,
and they smoke.
I will sing praise to my
God as long as I live.
May my meditation be
pleasing to him,
as I rejoice in the Lord.
But may sinners vanish
from the earth and the
wicked be no more.
Praise the Lord, my soul.
Praise the Lord.”
Gotta love it when a lifer poses in it's typical nesting habitat. Prothonotary Warblers are cavity nesters and there were plenty of tree cavities in the area. They love swampy woodlands & this wetlands section qualifies. Their nickname is swamp warbler. The vegetation below it is aquatic and that is water in the upper left corner of this shot. This guy was taking a break from chasing a rival around the prime territory to forage for insects in the vegetation below him.
Male Prothonotary Warbler (Protonotaria citrea)
Heard Wildlife Sanctuary, McKinney
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In the trees at RSPB Swell Wood.
There is a lot of recently cut hazel in the woods and the Herons are coming down to break off bits and pieces for their nests. I ought to go back and capture this as the nest building seemed to stop around 10:30 and I realised too late what was going on.
A Jackdaw collecting nesting material
The Jackdaw is Britain’s smallest black crow ( a family of birds collectively known as corvids), which also includes ravens, crows, rooks, jays and magpies. With a distinctive silvery sheen to the back of its head. The pale eyes are also noticeable. The jackdaw call is a familiar hard ‘tchack’ from which it gets its name. It will commonly nest in chimneys, buildings, rock crevices and tree holes. Jackdaws can be found in fields, woods, parks and gardens. They’re social birds and roost communally in woodlands. They’re widespread and common across the UK, except the Scottish Highlands. British birds are mostly resident, though upland breeding birds migrate south and west to lowland regions and Ireland for the winter. Meanwhile, the wintering population is increased by immigrants from northern Europe, which arrive along the east coast in the autumn.
at Heckscher Park...
I had to laugh at the goose that made her nest in a planter right in front of the museum... I guess she wants to be the first on line when it opens!!!