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I watched this pelican forage around in the dunes, pulling and tugging before finally breaking off a nice leafy branch to bring back to the nest. Redington Shores, FL
I kept hearing bird sounds I didn't recognise, I listened for a while & eventually saw a couple of Nuthatches going in & out this hole way up in the tree. I hope the very cold weather of the last few days hasn't affected them because I think they are nesting. I am struggling to get decent in focus shots with my camera at the moment, it has been fixed twice before but seems the old problem is back!
Pattern: Nesting Dolls designed by Katie Startzman
Pattern Source: Available for purchase from Katie's Ravelry Pattern Store
Yarn: Various colors and amounts of Cascade 220 and Patons Classic Merino
Needles: US10.5 and US13 Clover Bamboo DPNs
Date Started: 1/25/2011
Date Finished: 1/30/2011
Modifications: Instead of embroidered patches, added bowties from wool felt
This pattern is really well written--and not to mention totally adorable! These guys are going to be for Serena for her first birthday next week. I think she will love how colorful they are!
I found this Mourning Dove in a nest with her squabs hidden in my neighbor's hedge the other day! This bird is also called the 'Western Turtle Dove'. I love hearing the melancholy "woo-oo-oo-oo" call this bird gives in the morning and evening hours. Their wings also make an distinctive whistling sound upon take-off and landing.
I captured the house wren nesting this morning. When she went out for a bite to eat I peeked in and saw 4 little white eggs!
Nesting Bluebirds watch over the nest. In this brief video segment, at the very end the male's brilliant plumage is seen -- along with a little one poking its head out of the box.
This Mute Swan decided to make her nest right next to a footpath.
I have not been back since taking this shot, but would imaging she has lost her eggs.
Long-tailed Tit with nesting material at Low Barns Nature Reserve
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I hope everyones week is going well. Please have a look at this shot on the large size for more detail.
I decided to make the nesting dolls into my favorite animals + a dinosaur/aligator hybrid.
Biggest - Owlet
Big - Polar Burr
Middle kid - Dinogator
Little - Octopod
Littlest - Bee
Mother Nopals are very protective of their young. The situation can get quite prickly if their babies are threatened.
This photo was shot from a Kowa/SIX medium format camera with a KOWA LENS-S 1:3.5/150mm lens mounted on a T/2 extension tube using Kodak Portra 400 film, scanned by an Epson Perfection V600 and digitally rendered with Photoshop.
We spotted this common nighthawk sitting on its nest at Big Stone National Wildlife Refuge in Minnesota. These ground nesters will incubate two eggs for 16-20 days. After 17-18 additional days, young are ready to venture out!
Photo by Mike Budd/USFWS.
Nesting Frigatebirds on Tern Island in the French Frigate Shoals, Hawaii. The old barracks in the background were destroyed in a Hurricane several years ago and are no longer habitable.
Camera: Olympus Stylus 120
Lens: Olympus ED Multi-AF Zoom lens, 38-120mm
Film: Expired Kodak Gold 200
These critically endangered birds return annually to nest in the old bridge pylons. They are sitting on eggs at the moment
The New Zealand fairy tern, also known as the tara-iti, is a small tern which breeds between Whangarei and Auckland in the North Island of New Zealand. It is considered critically endangered with an estimated 45 individuals and 12 breeding pairs. Wikipedia
The White-eared Honeyeater busy trimming my friend's hair for nesting material. I even managed to get into the photo too.
She stumbled toward the edge of the forest. Broken, bewildered, disoriented. She wasn't sure quite how she got here or quite how she was going to get home. She wasn't really certain of anything, of anyone. Of herself.
As she entered the forest, the birds gathering on branches above her called to one another. An insect hum provided a white noise bass line to their melody. The snap and crack of branches underfoot as she walked further into the forest created a syncopated, faltering percussion.
As she walked by one of the redwoods, she stumbled, her bare foot catching on a fern frond curling across the forest floor. She reached for the strong, thick old trunk of the tree; grasping it to catch her fall. Though the bark of the tree scraped skin from her forearms as she embraced it to stop from falling, she held it tighter as she regained her footing, as though her life depended upon it (and maybe it did).
She turned and leaned her back against the tree’s trunk, listening to the sounds above her. She closed her eyes and let the sounds - primarily the birdsong - wash over her. She became vaguely aware of the sap from the redwood’s trunk dripping at a seemingly glacial speed onto her shoulder as she stood, mesmerised by nature.
She shook her head, brushed her wild mane of hair back from her face, opened her eyes and looked around her. Eyes lingering on the eternity of trees stretching out in front of her, then the glimpses of sky through the canopy overhead, then falling on a cluster of mushrooms at the base of the trunk of the next ancient, towering tree.
She wove her way through the forest like a somnambulist. Dazed, her eyes unfocused. She felt like she'd somehow ended up being the last person on earth. She felt isolated, yet liberated. Free from other people, the crowds, the harsh sounds of the city. Surrounded by creatures possessed with the gift of flight, of music; self-sufficient in nature, without any need of humans.
She watched as a squirrel scurried across the forest floor and ascended to a branch to hoard its findings. She watched ants moving in armies up and down the length of a tree trunk, carrying morsels from the undergrowth into a knot in the wood. She envied them the simplicity of their lives. The ordered way in which the ants collaborated and cooperated. The home the squirrel had made overhead.
As she walked, she stooped from time to time to gather up some of the larger fallen branches until her arms were full. She moved toward a nearby clearing and carefully arranged the branches on the ground. She gathered more branches, not really thinking closely about what she was doing, just following some sort of instinct; a calming instruction sent directly from her mind to her limbs. She moved back and forth between the trees; selecting, collecting, depositing, nesting.
After a time the branches took on a form; a circular, welcoming shape that drew her in, made her feel more calm, more settled. At home. She continued adding to her construction, not thinking, just doing. Like the ants, but alone. The placement of the branches methodical, precise, yet appearing haphazard. The curve of the branches raised on one side and lower on the other; like some sort of pottery dish moulded by an amateur not yet skilled in the art of ceramics.
She paused as she approached her construction. Surveying it to assess whether it needed anything further, or was it complete? A gentle smile touched her lips as she decided it would do perfectly.
Her bare feet raw and stinging from walking back and forth across the forest floor; across twigs and branches and the odd soft cluster of fallen leaves and scattered fern fronds. Her shoulders and back warm with a satisfying ache from bending, lifting and carrying. She stepped into the circle of branches, bent her knees and gently placed her arse, thighs and lower back against the curve of the side of her construction, and leaning to one side, moulded her spine along the wall of the nest. Her hair tumbled over her face, obscuring her vision as she closed her eyes and the sound of the birdsong seemed to lift in her ears. She wrapped her arms around herself, embracing her aching body.
As she lay there in the forest, the thick smells from the undergrowth seeped into her nostrils. The smell of the wood, the soil, the musty smell of the mushrooms growing nearby. In her ears the continuing call and answer of the birds overhead, the hum of insects echoing across the space.
As she curled into herself further, one sentence gently circled in her mind: I am home.
Port Louisa National Wildlife Refuge in Iowa is a great place to spot bald eagles. This pair is nesting on the Louisa Division.
Photo by Jessica Bolser/USFWS.
21.6.2024.
A pair of Fulmars (Fulmarus glacialis) nesting on the cliff edge at Bempton.
RSPB Bempton.
Found this Broad-tailed Hummingbird nesting in a Bougainvillea, inside a friends courtyard, west of Tucson Arizona . She was more than patient with me while I got up close and took several angles.
Looking forward to posting her again with her young ...