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Western yellow wagtail, male (Motacilla flava), surroundings of the village Bilsk (Більськ), province Poltava Oblast (Полтавська область) in Ukraine.
Жёлтая трясогу́зка, или Пли́ска (Motacilla flava), самeц; окрестности села Бельск (Більськ), Полтавская область, Украина.
Gul vipstjert, han (Motacilla flava); landsby Bilsk (Більськ) og dens omgivelser, provinsen Poltava Oblast (Полтавська область) i Ukraine.
One of the first records N... brought from Manchester was Nobody's Child
NOBODY'S CHILD
Karen Young ((March 23, 1951-January 26, 1991)
As I was slowly passing an orphan's home one day
And stopped there for a moment just to watch the children play
Alone a boy was standing and when I asked him why
He turned with eyes that could not see and he began to cry
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
People come for children and take them for their own
But they all seem to pass me and I'm left here all alone
I know they'd like to take me but when they see I'm blind
They always take some other child and I am left behind
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
No mommy's arms to hold me or soothe me when I cry
Sometimes it gets so lonely, I wish that I could die
I'd walk the streets of heaven where all the blind can see
And just like all the other kids there'd be a home for me
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child
A reworked image from 2015.
Panopticons is the name of a unique series of 21st-century landmarks erected across East Lancashire, from Blackburn to Pendle.
At the time he was singing so loud that I could not hear my shutter.
Better view in Large or Original size.
One from earlier this year. Really a bird of Mediterranean climes, the Dartford Warbler suffers extremely from cold winters. Resident in small numbers mostly on the heathlands of southern England.
Best viewed large on black
Reflection on John 20:19-23-Pentecost
To Deacon candidates on June, 8, 2019.
Just a few weeks ago, we were installed as acolytes, the final step before we are ordained deacons. Bishop Solis was talking directly to us in his homily. He said “Please know that this ministry demands a life of holiness, so learn to develop an intimate union with Christ through prayer, special devotion, reverence and adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. To carry your responsibility with zeal and fidelity, make your life worthy of service, deepen your understanding of the Holy Eucharist, and conform yourself more fully to Christ so you can walk in God’s ways. He continued to say that we “should know that the world needs authentic ministers, ministers with integrity, whom people can identify by what they say and do, not drawing attention to yourself, but by drawing attention to Christ.”
Currently, we are in a state of uncertainty about our futures as it relates to our diaconal call.
In today’s gospel reading, we are encountering some of the disciples that are also facing uncertainty. They seem to be afraid…the proof is that the doors are locked. What are they afraid of? Our reading says they were afraid of the Jews. However, I suspect their fear was multilayered.
These same disciples had been in formation with Jesus for three years. He was there shepherd. They were his special flock. They journeyed with him, listened to his teaching, and watched him heal the wounded. They recognized him as the promised messiah-the savior of the world. Throughout his ministry Jesus has been constantly with them…but he has also stated that he must go way…up to this point they witnessed the passion, the resurrection and the ascension.
Now, they are in a locked room! Yes, the future is uncertain! But then Jesus came and stood in their midst. He said “Peace be with you” Our reading then says that the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” And when he said this, he breathed on them and said to them “Receive the Holy Spirit.”
This is a big deal! We have the benefit of hind sight. We have seen what the Holy Spirit has accomplished in Salvation history…we have the visible reality of the Church. We know that the disciples, now have the faith and courage to unlock the door and go forth. As we read their stories in scriptures-we know that there has been a definite shift in their demeanor. The have received the gifts of the Holy Spirit…which gives them the necessary wisdom and strength to preach the Gospel to all the world. As we know that was dangerous in those times, and they would suffer like their Savior…and die martyrs themselves.
We too have received this Gift! Today we celebrate Pentecost!
We are part of this unfolding story and we have the same Holy Spirit with us! Christ is telling us that the Father sent him…so he is sending us. We cannot do what Bishop Solis is asking of us without awareness of how precious this Gift of the Holy Spirit is to each of us!
-rc
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There was only one single pink flower in that green garden.
I took this photo during a sunny day in Braives, Belgium.
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Singing Bells
A poem by Katie Gabrielle
Singing bells,
Singing a song
That lasts a moment
But listen to its song today
For tomorrow
It's echoes will disappear
Into yesterday.
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O You Beautiful Flower
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
O you beautiful flower
Of pinkish and white
Earth blossoming shower
In spring’s new light
Ground is your embrace
With the sun radiance
Each bud is of grace
And splendor appearance
Light wind singing bell
Will swing your sprout
Like a sway carrousel
In its movement about
A dance of new spring
In meadows of green
To ground now sing
Of budding fresh scene
Rose-tinted so fine
Under blueness of sky
Your growth in sunshine
Now mounting so high
O you beautiful flower
Of pinkish and white
Earth sweetest endower
And spring’s delight
Well, this certainly isn't my best or favorite Portland blue hour shot but I did like the clouds and it had been a long time since I had a chance to photograph my favorite city so I grabbed a couple shots. I do have a favorite Portland Blue Hour shot that is a 4 shot pano that looks really nice stitched together. I have been meaning to get that one printed and framed large. Until then...this will scratch my itch for awhile at least. Don't worry Portland...I'll be home one day. :)
If I come across a bird singing it is almost always a Song Sparrow. Not the prettiest bird but a wonderful singer.
86/366 - Music
Had to raid the prop store, which didn't have anything musical, so you'll have to use your imagination and hear those cats meowing at each other :))
The garden robin has been singing at full blast all day today often from the telephone line. Merged photo of 6 shots of the same robin
PENTAX K-1 • FF Mode • 800 ISO • HD Pentax DA 560mm F5.6 ED AW
Chaffinch • Pinson des arbres • Fringilla coelebs • Poufank
A goldcrest singing in a hedgerow bordering the bridleway which is part of the Cotswold Way at the summit of Ham Hill in Gloucestershire
The Victorian ornithologist and clergyman Rev F O Morris once used the Dunnock to preach to his congregation as an example of how to behave. "Unobtrusive, quiet and retiring, without being shy, humble and homely in its deportment and habits, sober and unpretending in its dress, while neat and graceful, the dunnock exhibits a pattern which many of a higher grade might imitate, with advantage to themselves and benefit to others through an improved example.” But when Dunnocks were studied more closely it was found that they have the most bizarre sex lives often with one female pairing with two or more males. The female dupes each male into thinking he is the father so each will provide for them, so she gets two or more helpers at the nest. But she has to do this sneakily for if one male sees her mating with another male, he may desert to find another partner. The second male pecks at the female's cloaca to remove sperm from the previous male to maximise his chances of fathering the brood. Dunnocks also mate more frequently than most birds as they compete with other males for paternity. To maximise their chances their testes weigh 64% more than most birds of similar size, and their sperm reserves are about a thousand times greater. If only Rev Morris had watched Dunnocks a little more closely.
Dunnocks are sometimes known as Hedge Sparrows but are unrelated to sparrows. They are members of a small family of birds that occur largely in Asia called Accentors (from the Latin cantare, to sing). The only other regular European family member is the Alpine Accentor. Its scientific name is Prunella modularis. Prunella is a Latinised version of the German word for Dunnock "braunelle" which means little brown thing (now usually Heckenbraunelle; Hedge little brown thing). Modularis comes from modulus which means melody, referring to its beautiful song. It is a common breeding bird in Britain with over 2 million pairs though it is amber-listed because of a 25-50% population decline. I photographed this singing Dunnock last week during my exercise cycle near Holmfirth, West Yorkshire though they have been singing in my garden too.