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Sharp-shinned Hawk
Accipiter striatus
Cumberland County, Nova Scotia, Canada
Habitat:- Breeds in extensive forests; in migration and winter, open woodlands, wood edges, residential areas.
This one is very frustrating, because you can SEE him calling but the camera isn't picking up the sound.But if you want to watch a calling sharp-tail, this shows it.
Not a frequent visitor to the Hayward Shoreline. I nearly missed seeing this handsome raptor. Two frames shot and that was it, bye bye.
You know what I can't seem to understand? I take a picture from a tripod of a flower or a bug and it is crystal clear. Why the heck can I not take a sharp picture of this kid? At least it doesn't seem sharp to me. I don't get it...grrr
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another barbed wire-type shot. This time emerging from some rusty railings. It would be nice to think that security measures, such as these weren't necessary.
This little fellow was having a tasty snack of a rodent that he caught on a tree branch right outside my back door
(April 04, 2008)Pair of male Sharp-Tailed Grouse ("facing off" while engaging in Spring mating competition on lek in Hooker County, Nebraska). ©2008 Earl Berkson
Flinterzee (gen cargo), Ben Varrey (gen cargo), Mare (gen cargo), Sormovskiy 3051(gen cargo) Sharpness 24/03/10
Located on the south east corner of 13th & N streets in Lincoln Nebraska. This is the north west corner of the Sharp building (American Charter Center) built in 1926.
Sharp-Shinned Hawk © Kevin Rutherford, Fern Lake Photography. Photo taken on the Flying Circus Birders of Boulder Walk on February 20, 2021.
(April 04, 2008)male Sharp-Tailed Grouse (displaying purple neck sacs while engaging in Spring mating ritual on lek in Hooker County, Nebraska). ©2008 Earl Berkson
Piled up below the major jizo are rocks and tons of smaller jizo. If you enlarge the photo, you can see them.
The name of this bodhisattva, "Jizo", is written with two Chinese characters, "ji" and "zo". The first one, WjiW, means the mother earth. The latter, "zo", means the womb, where life emerges and is nurtured. Jizo's viertue is linked to that of the mother earth, which never minds being tread on and willingly supports all in the world from below. His compassion is compared to motherly love, through which he shares the suffering of those in pain.
Jizo vows to suffer hell himself to alleviate the pain of those condemned to hell, to free human beings fromt he illusions of life and death in this world, and to lead even heavenly beings of the purer world into eternal salvation.
Thanks to these vows of the bodhisattva Jizo the sulphurous valley in the depth of this mountainous area becomes a land of salvation, where absolute peace and happiness are freely given. Here one can listen to an inaudible sermon, which teaches that any place is Paradise so far as Jizo is there Pamphlet from Osorezan Jimsho, given out by the Osorezan Bodaiji temple.
The main focus of Osore-zan, an extinct volcano consisting of several peaks, lies about halfway up its eastern slopes, where Osorezan-Bodaiji [temple] sits on the shore of a silvery crater lake. Though the temple was founded in the ninth century, Osore-zan was already revered in ancient folk religion as a place where dead souls gather, and it's easy to see why - the desolate volcanic landscape, with its yellow - and red-stained soil, multi-coloured pools and bubbling, malodorous streams, makes for an unearthly scene. ...
The little heaps of stones all around are said to be the work of children who died before their parents. They have to wait here, building stupas, which demons gleefully knock over during the night - most people add a pebble or two in passing.
Jizo, the guardian deity of children and the Bodhisattva charged with leading people to the Buddhist Western Paradise, also comes along to scare away the demons, though it seems with less success. Sad little status, touchingly wrapped in towels and bibs, add an even more melancholy note to the scene. Many have offerings piled in front of them: bunches of flowers, furry toys - faded, and rain-sodden at the end of summer - and plastic windmills whispering to each other in the wind. The Rough Guide to Japan (2005), p. 316-317