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A guide stoop on Gibbet Moor, east of Chesterfield. Though Chesterfield is spelt:
CHESTE
RFEILD
ROAD
on the stoop!
The guide stoops were introduced after 1709 to guide travellers on their way between the towns and villages. Many routes in those days crossed bleak, desolate moorland.
The great tit (Parus major) is a passerine bird in the tit family Paridae. It is a widespread and common species throughout Europe, the Middle East, Central Asia and east across the Palearctic to the Amur River, south to parts of North Africa where it is generally resident in any sort of woodland; most great tits do not migrate except in extremely harsh winters. Until 2005 this species was lumped with numerous other subspecies. DNA studies have shown these other subspecies to be distinctive from the great tit and these have now been separated as two distinct species, the cinereous tit of southern Asia, and the Japanese tit of East Asia. The great tit remains the most widespread species in the genus Parus.
The great tit is a distinctive bird with a black head and neck, prominent white cheeks, olive upperparts and yellow underparts, with some variation amongst the numerous subspecies. It is predominantly insectivorous in the summer, but will consume a wider range of food items in the winter months, including small hibernating bats.[2] Like all tits it is a cavity nester, usually nesting in a hole in a tree. The female lays around 12 eggs and incubates them alone, although both parents raise the chicks. In most years the pair will raise two broods. The nests may be raided by woodpeckers, squirrels and weasels and infested with fleas, and adults may be hunted by sparrowhawks. The great tit has adapted well to human changes in the environment and is a common and familiar bird in urban parks and gardens. The great tit is also an important study species in ornithology.
Europe, Netherlands, Rotterdam Zuid, Wolpaertsbocht, Poster, Man, Cars
While on my way, I encountered a man on the street and asked myself the 'GW-question' - "How will it look photographed?" More specific: "How will a stooped person on the street look photographed while the cam focuses on a poster (printed with a very coarse raster) some meters before him?"
This is the last pic exploring and showcasing the possibilities of the GX9 and some particular lenses. It's time for some hard boiled archi shots again - next stop: Utrecht Centraal.
Stoops :-
Bend one's head or body forwards and downwards:
Lower one's moral standards so far as to do something reprehensible
Even though this Wren fledgling is cute as a button, I will admit, it was not a pleasant experience for me in the end, having them right outside my front door. Most likely, this little guy and all of the siblings are well, and off making lives of their own, but you couldn't have convinced me of that when I heard all the racket around 4 pm last Friday afternoon. When I opened the door, 2 were hopping around on the ground and stoop, and this one was crying continually, still in the box.
I immediately thought they had accidentally fallen from the nest, and tried to retrieve them -- only to have them run away into the bushes and behind the wood pile. I had to leave for an hour, and when I came back ---- the one pictured above that was the only one still in the box earlier, was now on the ground also, and no longer crying --- just laying there. I picked him up and put him back into the nest box --- and then spent another 3 dreadful hours listening and watching for the parents to come feed and care for him.
While I was stewing, I also went online and read all about what happens when Baby birds fledge. Number one, they do NOT need human intervention IF they are uninjured and are already fully feathered. They usually start their flying life, falling and then fluttering on the ground and then hiding --- crying out for their parents and being fed and cared for in their hiding spot for how ever long it takes to get their flying techniques fine tuned. I knew nothing about this, and thought with my "superior" intelligence that I somehow was responsible for their fate. I cursed myself for where I had placed the box, for opening the front door at that particular time, for maybe scaring them into hiding places their parents couldn't find them, for not adopting the last one and bringing him inside to care for myself.
Geez, what an ego!
The only thing I've learned from this, is that I will move that pretty little box somewhere else so it isn't almost constantly in sight --- so I won't be tempted to "think" I know better than Mother Nature. Yes it was nice to hear their cute little voices inside for over a week (I never laid eyes on them until that day) and imagine how fun it would be when they finally fledged. It is not fun --- if you are a worrier like me -- it was like giving birth and sending your kids off into the world the same day.
(2 more photos below in comment section)
nrhp # 75000175- The Ryan House and Lost Horse Well are historic ruins in Joshua Tree National Park, California, United States. It was established by the family of J.D. Ryan, the later developers of the Lost Horse Mine, which became the most profitable mine in the area. The Lost Horse Well at the Ryan Ranch supplied water to the Lost Horse Mine, 3 miles (5 km) south and 750 feet (230 m), by pipeline.
The six-room house was built as an adobe residence in 1896 with later wood frame additions. It was destroyed by fire August 12, 1978. Originally roughly 30 by 40 feet (9 by 12 m), the ruin has 3 rooms, each measuring 12 feet (4 m) wide and 16 feet (5 m) long. Adobe walls sit on stone masonry foundation, and there are concrete stoops on the north and south sides. There is a small stone fireplace located on the east side of the house.
A small cemetery is near the ranch with about 10 graves.
from Wikipedia
Word spread quickly across Lenfald of High Lord Triphian's stand against the other leaders of Roawia. News soon reached even the westernmost cities and towns, and Darrenspur was no exception. The first messengers rode in just after nightfall on the eve of the Frülingsfest, a yearly tradition celebrating the arrival of spring and the start of the growing season.
Late in the night, a heavy knock fell upon Abner's door.
"Abner, waken yourself! We haven't a moment to waste."
Abner was instantly wide awake, his soldier's instincts springing him immediately into awareness. Serena mumbled something in her sleep as Abner quietly slipped out of bed. He turned, kissed her softly, and hastily whispered, "I love you," before moving toward the hall.
Icarus, the younger of Abner's two dogs, lifted his head questioningly as his master left. Halberd did not even stir.
"Some watchdogs you are," thought Abner with a smile.
He hurried to the front door, grabbing his bow and quiver on his way out. His sword was already with him- it never left his side.
Abner stepped out onto the stoop and closed the door softly behind him, then turned questioningly to the man who awaited him.
"What brings you at this hour, Konrad?" queried Abner.
Konrad was an old friend who had enlisted with Abner. They had both been selected to become rangers around the same time as well and had fought together every time they had seen combat.
"Abner, listen to me. The High Lord just denied Chartres the throne. The boy wanted to marry the daughter of that witch Galainir."
Abner was appalled. "What?? I know this will play well into that rat Jarius' hand, but tell me the Jarl at least had enough sense to see the folly in this decision!"
Konrad shook his head gravely. "Nay, friend. In this we stand alone. The Captain himself met our patrol after nightfall and ordered us to rouse the whole company." Konrad paused. "Abner, you know what this means... we may be gone for some time. Do you need some time to talk to Serena?"
Abner shook his head. "You know she's used to it by now. She can say goodbye in her sleep and know it happened in the morning."
"Then let's be off with haste."
The two men took off at a run down the path to Darrenspur.
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The day of the Frülingsfest dawned a much more somber one than most had been expecting. The people had been eager for a hopeful celebration after years of war and hardship, only to be met once again with grim news.
Darrenspur's militia had been mustered and was busy with various tasks, from sharpening weapons and fletching arrows to helping workers mine stone for new fortifications.
The Rangers had been briefed the night before and had dispersed to perform their various duties. Abner and Konrad were sent to the local army recruiting station to seek out potential enlistees who possessed the skills to join the Rangers. Everyone knew that war with Loreos was a distinct possibility, and more men would be needed for that fight.
Inside the recruiting station, Abner and Konrad watched as the fancifully dressed recruiter spoke with potential enlistees.
"Yes, it's exactly like how you imagined it! You'll slay a dragon for sure and you're bound to meet a beautiful dame in a foreign land who will be eager for you to take her away! Now, just sign this parchment saying that you are now property of the Province of Lenfald..."
"Think he's seen a day of combat in his life?" muttered Konrad.
"He's probably one of those supply types. Just sits back and drinks all of our mead while we fight," chuckled Abner. "Can you believe the nonsense he's feeding these poor boys?"
"They'll learn soon enough," replied Konrad. "They'll figure out what they signed up for and they will overcome their fears. We did."
Abner nodded in agreement. "Still, there are fewer men here than I was expecting. Looks like we're scraping the bottom of the barrel. Not too many prospects to choose from."
"Most of those who were capable died in the last two wars," commented Konrad.
"Looks like we may be reporting back to the Captain empty-handed then," replied Abner.
"Let's hope not."
This is a favorite place of mine to go to when visiting my daughter /friends...it's the Bluewater Bridge in Sarnia........On the other side is Port Huron MI....
From Spring right up until the first snowfall it's populated by many tourists and locals.....the biggest attraction is the Chip Wagons, or the Fry Trucks....they do a booming business.......it's a beautiful spot year round! The locals walk their dogs along the boardwalk and there are lots of these signs posted..... :) There is also a Casino within walking distance!!
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The St Clair river flows into Lake Huron!
I hope that you have an AWEsome day/night!!!
THANKS so much in advance for your visits!! :)
The kites at the hill were fantastic today - can't quite believe how brazen they were! At one point I even had to shoot at 100mm on a 300mm lens (this shot was taken at 150mm with a bit of cropping)
Mostly I see buzzards circling up high or waiting for a meal on a lamp post opportunistically . It is a surprise then, when they enter into a fast stoop after spotting something below.
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Stoop sitting. An important pastime during the summers in Newark. This was my grandmother's home. Oak trees out front. Sidewalk pavers jumbled from growing roots of trees. Typical Italians, with loads of fruit trees in the back yard. And grape vines, and home made wine.
I'm guessing this may be from around 1958, as my sister is wearing diapers. Far right is our mom, who would have been in her early 30s then. Far left is my dad's cousin, who would have been about age 14 judging by her looks here. I would be an usher at her wedding in about 8 years.
The post war years, with the soldiers and sailors home, trying to make something of the world they saved, for the families they were growing.