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The lights are on in our living room.
The Tulips stand tall in their vase
The street are silent
And I feel at peace and full of happy joy.
Hope you do too, M, (*_*)
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Female black-collared starling (Gracupica nigricollis) being very vocal. Owens Aviary of the San Diego Zoo. Conservation status: Least Concern
Singing Honeyeater, Gavicalis virescens
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Not noted for their melodious songs, none the less they recieved the Singing name.
A very early start to Dartmoor this morning and I was rewarded with the sight of this lovely Yellowhammer singing in a small holly bush just a few feet away.
I think this image has a rather 'Olde World' feel about it - what do you think? I have done a few in this style previous and now seem to be drawn to this style. I think I shall explore this further.
Singing Honeyeater, Gavicalis virescens
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Thought I'd better do a bird on a stick for a change
We came across this eastern meadowlark with several others at the Kissimmee Prairie Preserve State Park in Florida. His beautiful high pitched song first called for our attention from this perch in a tall but leafless bush. Flying back and forth, this bird would join others on the ground to find insects. Info on the web indicates that the males may have two mates at the same time, but being smart, never three. :)
A photo of an accompanying bird on the ground is given in comment one below.
A little black capped chickadee singing away in the woods in the Inglewood Bird Sanctuary in Calgary Alberta.
"Birding is a three-dimensional pastime. It’s superior to, say, mushrooming, where the quarry is never higher than your shoelaces. And, of course, misidentifying a bird won’t kill you. Now, while all the mushroomers get busy writing angry op-eds, let me explain.
Birds fly. The sky’s the limit. One can’t go birding without looking up. The entire forest is stratified, from the treetop warblers to the ground foraging turkeys. And in the middle: thrushes.
Members of the thrush family spend much of their time on or near the ground. They forage on foot.
Males on territory might sing from a treetop, but they are often content to croon from a lower branch in the canopy. Birders sometimes complain about “warbler neck,” the pain that comes from looking high into the trees. Nobody complains about thrush neck.
Robins and bluebirds are thrushes. They’re easy to tell apart. The rest? Not so much. All the medium-sized thrushes are various shades of brown, with whitish, spotted breasts. So when walking in the woods, identification becomes easier if you start with a default bird: everything is a hermit thrush, unless it isn’t.
The hermit thrush is the most common and widespread thrush in Maine. It is comfortable in the understory of both hardwood and softwood trees. It forages through the leaf litter on the ground. When surprised, it may fly to a nearby branch where it can look you over and assess the threat, perhaps raising its tail or wiggling its wings. In other words, it’s easy. Its reddish tail contrasts with its brown body, confirming the identification at a glance. The whitish breast is lightly spotted.
Hermit thrushes don’t go far in winter. Most stay in the states. Some are even found on Christmas bird counts in Maine. They are the earliest of the brown thrushes to return, and start singing in late April.
Like their cousins, the song is an ethereal, flute-like melody, rising and falling. "
by Bob Duchesne (serves as vice president of Maine Audubon’s Penobscot Valley)
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A singing Eastern Meadowlark taken in Hendry County, Florida.
Thank you for stopping by to look at this image. I appreciate any comments or faves to encourage me with my new hobby.
I was pleased to get my first proper photo of a singing Tree Pipit yesterday morning. This male showed quite well amongst the twiggage for a few minutes allowing me to get some photos of him.
Is he really singing?
I went to a place that is 50 Km away from Madina. The place is usually green with lots of flowers and water ponds but not in Summer, of course.
The flowers are gone except for two yellow kinds that could endure the heat and the drought. I saw a lot of bees there that could defy the hot weather or, may be , they did not know that spring was over.
By the way, I have a lot difficulty shooting macros these days, because of the weather here.
“Like a bird singing in the rain, the grateful memories survive in a time of sorrow.” — Robert Louis Stevenson
This little bird was singing his heart out at the top of a tree. If I have this European bird labeled incorrectly. Please let me know.
A Song Sparrow (Melospiza melodia) perched in a Japanese Maple was singing it's heart out! A great way to start the day!