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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 ...
Sorry I'm so behind but I finally got this photographed a few weeks ago but am just now getting around to posting it. This was a real challenge for me to make. I constructed the box in fine silver metal clay around a form made from playing cards and then the top and sides were slip painted in 6 layers using a # 00 paint brush. The branch, leaves and eggs were hand molded and I used syringe clay to form the nest. The bail was forged and riveted using sterling silver wire.
28.3.16... A lazy morning then we all went for a cycle along the canal to the playpark. This swan is nesting right next to the path so I hope she's left in peace. There were three eggs that I could see!
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Nesting season and egrets are building at St Andrews State Park - Panama City Beach, Florida...
Ospreys were nearly decimated about 50 years ago when the pesticide DDT took a toll on many predatory bird populations. Since that product was banned, ospreys, eagles, and hawks have rebounded significantly. In most places, ospreys often nest on man-made towers; here at Cradle Creek Preserve in Jacksonville Beach, Florida, a 43 acre protected parcel of land, there are three active osprey nests in trees. The Spanish Moss makes great nesting material!
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.
This Osprey is nesting on a structure specially designed and built for ospreys located near Burritts Rapids. Ospreys generally build their nests in tall, isolated trees that are close to shallow bodies of water. This nest is very near the road and the Ospreys were not bothered by the traffic but did not like it when I got out of the car and walked to towards the nest to take a picture. Please view large!
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Thousands of pairs of nesting northern gannets cover the top of Stac Lee, a sea stack near Boreray Island, Scotland.
a new project- handbound journal featuring Nesting illustration on the cover and newly designed pattern for the endpapers
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.
She was definitely keeping her eye on me. I was going to cross the plank to get over to the small island where she is but after reading about how aggressive they are during nesting, I am glad I didn't.
14.5 – Sew Not a Square – Challenge 5 of Project QUILTING Season 14
I made these small nesting pouches for the challenge to sew something without any squares. I love these little dumpling pouches for storing small things. I have given pouches like these to many friends who carry them in purses, suitcases, etc. The pattern is my adaptation of the Dumpling Pouch I originally found here
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Linking to Project Quilting 14.5 at
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Common Raven heading to the nesting site. Interestingly, its mate was right behind it (too far for a photo of both) and also had a beak stuffed with the finer nesting materials.
- It seems every time I see a Blackbird lately they are either carrying insects or nesting materials. This female in particular had a fantastic selection. Drew's Pond, Devizes.
Another sign of spring around the Tucson area. I found this Morning Dove nesting with two eggs, in the crotch of a Saguaro skeleton against the wall of an adobe home in my neighborhood. She definitely had an eye on me as I snapped off some shots ...
We first noticed the mute swan on the nest on April 11, although I'm not sure if eggs had been laid yet. Last year's hatch was the first week in June, and the incubation period for Mute Swans is 34-45 days.
Until today, we had only seen this pair on the lake, nesting on the same site as last year. Tonight, however, there were 6 swans on the lake, more than we have ever seen here.
For those new to my photos, please check out my Swans album for previous years.
Set of Nova's Nesting Fabric Bowls. Love this pattern and will definitely be making many, many more! These are the 6, 7, 8, and 9 inch bowls.