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Stunning warm light falls upon the infamous Quindalup boat ramp right near Dunsborough on a particularly chilly Autumn morning.
Having arrived suitably early in order to scope out compositions it wasn't long until I realised the warm hiking boots had to go - I needed to be in the water. And so with my pants rolled up way, way too high, I waded in and started the careful "dance-of-the-tripod" in search of that perfect composition.
My dance was interrupted as the bright headlights of a car illuminated the jetty, just as I moved into the final stages of the dance - "shutter-stutter". Silly me - I'd failed to realise just how popular this boat ramp was with the local boaties wanting to get out into Geographe Bay. That first car was just the first of many more to arrive and launch.
So, with no shot and the sunrise light gaining awesomeness, I found myself backing out of the water, standing around on sand that was so damn frigidly cold you'd think it were ice. Who would’ve thought the water would be a more comfortable place :) Luckily I was able to work around all the movements and had *just* the perfect amount of time to wade in and out, over and over again (much to the happiness of my frozen feet), until I was able capture this little beauty. Worth the effort for sure!
Cheers, Bernie.
Nikon D800e
Sigma AF 50mm f1.4 DG HSM Art
4 vertical shots stitched in PTGui and then refined meticulously (and painfully) by hand :)
Updated (on 11 May 2016) news on the massive Fort McMurray area wildfire.
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I am amazed that this photo came out like it did, as this female Great Horned Owl and one of her two fledglings were so high up in a tree and the light was fading. The original photo was very dark, but some brightening revealed this view of Mom feeding her hungry young one. Things seem to have happened so fast this spring and I missed seeing the two owlets balancing on the rim of the nesting tree. Also, I have been so busy that I think I've only been over to see the youngsters on three separate occasions. Looking on the more important side, this has meant one less person intruding on their area, of course.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
I have been spotting a large bird flying around a far-away tree on a different train than the one I usually take. Earlier I had three sightings. I don’t know why I never took that trail to find out if that bird has a nest there. Today I saw it and heard its call. It was evident that it’s a hawk. Once I spotted the source tree from where the call was echoing, I become disappointed. I could see the hawk, but it was sitting on a high branch of a tall tree against the background of the bright sky. Several branches were blocking the view. I waited for a long time for the hawk to make a move. Finally, I gave up and decided to find a better angle to avoid as many branches as I could. It is a red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis). I was hoping the noise of stutter might startle or annoy the hawk and make it shift its position. Apparently, the hawk didn’t care about a random human pointing something towards it. Once I reviewed the image on the screen, I saw the death stare. Who knows! Maybe the hawk was thinking of trying a different cuisine today!
The body stutters
Like a street dancer.
For a love of creativity
Into a sea of uncertainty,
Find the rhymes that combine
With what lies inside the mind,
That you unearth with delight,
The mind quakes for a taste
Of the cake,
that is blessed with greatness.
"Feeling Uncertain of the Curtains" by Marco Buschini
(Special thank you to my super amazing friend, Morgan, for the uber cool dance togs, for inviting me to have so much fun while I pull a hamstring, but mostly for the friendship!)
Pop over to Morgan's feed and watch us work on our moves!
Who won this round? For once, I didn't trip over my feet! (giggles)
Morgan
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66152 disgraced itself twice today. Firstly by hiding behind a 158 at Settle station this morning as it thrashed by. Speaking to some other photographers out, it had slowed, but was working hard past Helwith Bridge. Having waited for the southbound LOL ECS I had decided I would not catch it, yet caught the back end slogging away at Selside. However I assumed I'd lost it and wouldn't catch it by Dent, and although I did see someone peering around the corner at Dent station in passing with the pegs were up at Garsdale despite there being no train forthcoming. Having checked out Ais Gill, I returned to Garsdale to be told the morthbound passenger train had been delayed by a failed train ahead of it. It transpired 66152 and its load had ground to a halt in the cutting just South of Arten Gill viaduct. Anyway the train was rescued by 70811 and proceeded some 1 1/2 hours late delaying the 1st northbound run of the 37 / 47 combo.
It's return was somewhat stuttering. We photted it at Helwith Bridge and the caught it again unintentionally before Long Preston -66207 dragging the full consists with 66152 on the rear. Then passing Keigthley on the way back the same train appeared to my right whilst driving around the ring road.
(Pic title is another reference to Stutter Rap by Morris Minor and the Majors)
A cheeky lingerie shoot I did in my lovely bedroom on a lazy Bank Holiday afternoon.
Which Way Home? -
Getting lost is easy. Getting out is hard. On the less beaten path, it’s my fault for not tying yellow ribbons around trees. Four computers can fail in the same way simultaneously; imagine legs two of a kind synchronizing at sea. My faltering feet points north but my unsure mind deviates to the south. Each is telling me to make different choices. If only there are no forks in the unmarked track. If only they make one brand of toothpaste.
Until at last! My decision seems made on a U-turn, but a strange glimpse hooded by shrubs pulled me back. Oh look! It’s a lithe spider who stitched himself on the bottom of leaves. Beauty, always seem to show when you take notice. Endowed with the sweet color of sour lemon, his pointy butt stood out with uniqueness unparalleled. How could something so tiny and unimportant be so appealing? Like how a Himalayan vulture takes a morbid interest on the corpse of a zebra, the task of averting my gaze proves too mighty. The pastel spider remained still… despite being eyed all over.
After a mere hesitation or two, I decided to cough up the urgent question. It hurts to ask a spider for help but in this case, pride will have to step to the side.
“Hi, I’ve lost myself in the garden of Eden,” the words tumble out from my lips straight upon the static being.
I spoke the next statement with a stuttering voice, “Could you point me in the right direction of the Eastern exit?”
As if not comprehending, the unmoving spider said nothing. Did he not want to talk to me? The awkward silence made me feel foolish. Perhaps too many lost soles barge into his realm so he’s sick of being a compass. What happened next was totally beyond imagination. The spider facing me began to swivel laterally and after that crane his ducky tail slowly skywards, halting at exactly 43 degree angle.
“That way,” his indicating tail fingered the North-west direction.
Looking on in plain bewilderment, my vision blurs as sweat filled up my eyes. A rush of emotion came out of nowhere. I gulped the lump in my throat and muttered a feeble thank. Where the arrow points, I follow.
Some spiders, no matter how beautiful, just say hi and take their leave. This one is the unforgettable type. His unspoken communication made an impact on my life. We have to be lost to eventually find where we belong. I wouldn’t understand if not for this spider. The carefree forest where one can fall asleep anywhere is truly where I fit and feel right.
Model: Saturn Rose
Assistant: Branden Green
Synonyms:peace, quiet; lack of difficulty
I've spent most of my life feeling horribly shy and awkward (embarrassingly, I stuttered just trying to order pizza a month ago), but at 32, I think I'm finally coming to peace with who I am and who I want to be. I am shy. I am awkward. I'm clumsy, too. But when I smile, my children smile. When I'm gone, my family notices and wants me home. I've loved the same man for over 14 years, and I'm good at it; and amazingly, he's found something he loves in me, too. I like to make things, and I have an endless thirst to learn more about my interests.
So overall, I've come to realize, that I don't think I'm actually too bad. It makes me think of a keychain my MIL used to have hanging in her dining room. It said, "Everyday I'm feeling more and more like myself." And I kind of think that's a good thing. <3
The dapper Spotted Sandpiper makes a great ambassador for the notoriously difficult-to-identify shorebirds. They occur all across North America, they are distinctive in both looks and actions, and they're handsome. They also have intriguing social lives in which females take the lead and males raise the young. With their richly spotted breeding plumage, teetering gait, stuttering wingbeats, and showy courtship dances, this bird is among the most notable and memorable shorebirds in North America.
Godliness in Stone
My transparent helmet dome reflected the glint of broken windows, a sterile bubble moving through a world of dust. The suit’s filters scrubbed the air, but they couldn't scrub the omnipresence of being watched in the Necropolis Gully. I stopped.
Before me, an ancient ruin, unidentified structural remains of decay. A beautiful, godly face. It emerged from the cracked, brittle stone work, as if only created recently by expert craftsmanship. My internal narrator began its analysis: Local deity. Pre-Collapse. Function: Unknown.
But the logic stuttered, snagging on the input. The godly eyes and ultra-smooth face weren't just data points to be filed. They were broadcasting. A sudden, sharp spike of loss and profound love hit me, not as a thought, but as a wave of pure, unfiltered sensation. I was inside the anomaly.
I was paraknowing.
This god was trapped, in stone, its mouth partially open in a silent, eternal breath. My logic tried to reassert control. Hypothesis: The carving's features are designed to trigger a primal empathic response. But the feeling was too strong, too immediate. It wasn't an observation. It was a message, received and understood without a single word. I stood, decoding its silent intent with a part of my mind I no longer trusted, as an observer trapped by a forgotten myth.
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Dancing and puffing for his mate.
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A grouse of open grassland, the Greater Prairie-Chicken is known for its mating dance. Males display together in a communal lek, where they raise ear-like feathers above their heads, inflate orange sacs on the sides of their throats, and stutter-step around while making a deep hooting moan.
The most exciting news for SHADES FANS came when PINKUS announced the band would be making their previously scheduled shows for the rest of the year starting in mid September through the end of November, and then he dropped the biggest surprise of all!!!
It's sure to be an exciting finish to this decade and an exciting beginning of the next one, because for an unprecedented SEVEN STRAIGHT NIGHTS starting Christmas Eve right through to New Year's Eve, FIFTY SHADES OF PINK will be performing at THE TOKYO DOME!!!!
Furthermore, they will be recording all seven nights as the source of a double live album to be released next summer!!! Not enough? Well how about this, the band will play each night an INCREDIBLE FOUR HOURS, they will play every song from their first three albums, yes you heard me right and there's more, also every night the band will be debuting and playing the nine NEW SONGS to be featured on their upcoming fourth studio album!! Which Pinkus also casually mentioned is scheduled for release next Valentines Day!
Pinkus would not share any song titles or the name of the upcoming studio album, he said no one will hear one word about them until December 25th in the Tokyo Dome! It's gonna seem like forever until Christmas, but it's just three months away. Steve, I know that's Santa's night, but it's gonna be real tough for him to give presents that can outshine the presents that Pinkus gave everyone here today, heck he might just give up,.... if he is seen in Tokyo on Christmas Eve this year you can bet he will be wearing PINK!!! Just remember tickets go on sale this Monday at 8am and it's expected that as early as Tuesday evening all seven shows will be sold out. December Twenty-Fifth thru December 31, 2060 is going to be music history folks.
That's all for now, this is Brandon Kobayashi, your KTLA Asian Correspondent reporting live from Tokyo and it's no secret I am also a member of ONE PINK NATION and I can't wait for Christmas! Goodnight everyone.
******This Tokyo Report sponsored in part tonight by Pinkus' hand selected team of award winning stylists....
Halo, Choker and Glasses by CURELESS, Hair by DURA, Jacket by GABRIEL, Headress by CONTRAPTION, Horns by TENTACIO, Tattoo by NEFEKALUM, skin by HUMAN GLITCH, Ears by CERBERUS XING, Collar and Boots by ASTEROID BOX, Glove by HARO, Mask by BAMSE, Leggings by VISION(what? did I stutter, that's right he's wearing women's leggings just like his dear old Daddy used to), Guitar by VERSOV, Head by LELUTKA, Body by SIGNATURE, demented Brain and Twisted Back Story and Plot by this guy right here.
This one is probably my favourite, because of the iconic red Hong Kong taxi going past. Growing up, they were diesel powered cars, but because of pollution issues in the former British colony, all cabs in Hong Kong now are LPG - they're silent now.
It was a 2 lane road going right to left, and this taxi was in the near lane, and was going to make a turn at the light, so it was slowing down.
Behind it, the bus was past the light and continuing full speed, and the stuttering effect with the light trail is the 10 fps refresh rate of the orange display board showing which route the bus runs.
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NOTE to anyone who belongs to the ipernity website (includes me): ipernity will be closing in January 2017. A great shame, but also frustrating. I have all 12,644 of my images and descriptions on ipernity - exactly the same as on Flickr. Panoramio, too, has closed down, so there are a lot of people out there who will be looking for a new place to call home. No idea where we are supposed to move to now, if anywhere. Does anyone have any ideas for good sites? I seem to read complaints about them all! Hope Flickr keeps going and going and going ..... I still reckon it's the best, despite its faults.
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This photo of a Great Horned Owlet, from my archives, was taken on 6 May 2016. The photo quality is poor, but I thought it was just too cute to delete.
Unfortunately, I had half a dozen errands to run before allowing myself to go out with my camera that day, so I didn't get to the park till part way through the evening, and the light was already beginning to quickly fade. This beautiful owlet had been on the ground for a while before I arrived. There were a few people there and more came and went. However, I later heard that the owlet had been able to claw and flap its way up one of the trees and was safely out of reach of most predators. Meanwhile, the other fledgling had been very high up in a different tree, along with Mom.
I'm glad I did call in at this location when I did, as this beautiful little owl gave us a few chances for photos when it was up on a log or down on the ground, partly hidden by the plants and bushes. I don't know how it ended up on the ground, but obviously it fell from somewhere or misjudged flying distance when it finally left the nesting tree. An interesting world for it to explore, though it wasn't very steady on its feet yet : )
Things seem to have happened so fast this spring and I missed seeing the two owlets balancing on the rim of the nesting tree, exercising their wings before fledging. Also, I have been so busy that I've only been over to see the youngsters a handful of times. Looking on the more important side, this has meant one less person intruding on their area, of course, though I have to say that these owls are remarkably tolerant of humans. If a Canada Goose, on the other hand, should get anywhere near the nest or the little ones, Mom or Dad flies in for an immediate attack.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
Wisconsin in the background. While not technically a bench, HBM anyway.
This video gets me every time. Listen to Ike forget the words and stutter at :45. He was on something I'm sure.
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter-shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine
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An enterprising woodpecker that laps up the leaking sap and any trapped insects with its specialized, brush-tipped tongue. Attired sharply in barred black-and-white, with a red cap and (in males) throat, they sit still on tree trunks for long intervals while feeding. To find one, listen for their loud mewing calls or stuttered drumming. ~ Cornell labs
But
Now That I'm In Your Shadow
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qUcdtclqek
Lyrics：
I would rather hide behind you
Or stand in your eclipse
The sun does not move me like it used to...
Neither do you
And Greenland I am with you...
I was once unwanted.
In the front seats all with strangers
I too was Earths ceiling.
I lost all feeling.
And now I'm in you shadow
I am motionless
I am black
I'll be a crash landing who can change
The landscape talking
And when I begin to stutter
The land will be shaking
God will be clapping
"But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here..."
Yes, they are.... right here.
My day off....
My "To Do" list is pages and pages long. I never cross anything off it, I only add to the bottom of the list. So when I got up today.... my first thought.... I think I will go back to this location and pull those weeds to the right of the doorway because I might need this location again. Yup... and there you have it... my thought process, my inability to prioritize, and the reason nothing gets crossed off of my to do list (although.... if I add.... "pull the weeds at an abandoned building" to the list... I WILL have something to cross off! OK, works for me!)
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As an update.... my co-worker loved his Clown Birthday card. My favorite part of all of it... when he looked at me... and asked me.... so, tell me how you did this. Where is that clown from? (meaning,,, where did you copy and paste him from).... oh.... THAT'S ME!!... coworker's jaw drops, he stutters.... and finally spits out the words.... "ohhhhh, Torrie.... that just takes that to a whole other level." (I will never forget that look on his face) So.... there you go.... I have achieved a whole new level of craziness (Let's be serious... I probably would have gotten there, eventually, anyway). And the photo.... three weeks later... sits on his desk.... with a sad deflated red balloon hanging from it and a vase full of very dead flowers. And he says he likes it that way.... I'm not exactly sure what his clients must think of HIM at this point...and that kind of takes HIM to a whole other level, too...
...and the saddesr part is that I doubt if I will EVER be able to top this birthday card (but it's not like I won't at least try....afterall... I DO have PRIORITIES!!)
(and on a side note... this clown costume just might be the best $5 I have ever spent... I really love it! Have I just achieved another level?!)
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr.Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
You the type to get some money, go spend it on some boots
Save just enough for some douche for your cooch'
It ain't about money, you ain't speakin' my lang'
Cuttin' any bitch off if she enter my lane
And it really ain't a thang, when I bang, I bang
And my goons swing by like orangutans
Fuck wrong with you? I am the Don-dada
I show you how to do it, like I'm your mo-mother
You can't beat me, so don't do-don't bother
You soft like butter,and no, I don't stutter
Carlos Alcaraz overcame an early stutter at the Australian Open to defeat German Yannick Hanfmann 7-6 (7-4) 6-3 6-2 and move into the third round as he continues his bid for a career Grand Slam at Melbourne Park.
Yeah they call me Lamborghini
Cause I know just what I'm worth
Z-z-zero to hundred
B-b-body make' em stutter
Start my engine, push the button
Cause I'm gon' be coming first
Herman's Pond, Rancho San Rafael, Reno, Washoe Co, Nevada (June 15th, 2018). 38b. Large county park in NW Reno.
Male, engaging in the comical swollen-neck, tail-up bubbling/stuttering courtship display. The display is a quite striking one, involving beating the water into foam with the bill to the accompaniment of staccato popping noises and often ending with short dashes (4-5 ft long) across the surface of the water.
More shots of the bubbling display--
www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/35185735265/in/album-721576818...
www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/39828318910/in/album-721576818...
More Ruddy Duck photos--
Excerpt from www.vakantiebijmeeussen.nl/en/environment/shops/stikke-he...:
...it’s the oldest shopping street in the Netherlands, an atmospheric street without any large and garish store chain signs. It has many original, authentic and cozy little shops – a great place to spend an afternoon browsing.
Number: CT-1287
Name: Redwing
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Primary weapon: DC-15s Blaster
Secondary weapon: Vibroknife
Equipment: Bacta-Implants, Integrated Squad Comms, Modified Long Range Binoculars, Explosives Pack
...:: BEGIN LOG ::...
After the swift taking of the erupting warehouse in the industrial sector, we headed out of the loud and bustling rows of grey and white shelters. The clicks and clanks of large machines could be heard around every corner. We were not enjoying these whining screeches and slams so we darted into the slums sector.
“Command to Redwing...” The coms in my helmet roared to life in my left ear. I beckoned to my squad to take cover as I needed a safe place to connect with the Venator. We ducked to the right, next to a large generator. One of my men hopped on my soldiers and scrambled to the top of the building.
“COMMAND to Redwing, are you there?” The speaker blared in my ear a second time. The officer’s voice was clearly rushed and obviously stressed.
I answered with a hint of caution “Yes command, this is Redwing.”
“Afraid we lost you, Sarge.” The young officer said with a sigh of relief.
“Don’t worry about down here, what’s the problem up there?” I asked, knowing there was reason for such urgency and fright.
“Our communications system was breached by a local down on the surface. They knew our codes and claimed to be friendlies.” The Officer stuttered as he repeated his com-log.
“What’d they say?” I needed to know what was holding my squad and I up. We needed supplies fast and were running out of time before the wave of battle droids reached us.
“Yes, sorry sarge. It was a corellian loyalist. He’s part of an elaborate underground group of loyalists down on the planet. He proposed a safe place to collect the supply packages for protection. The opposing separatist alliance knows of his location and needs immediate evacuation of him and his son.” The stuttering stopped as he read further.
“Understood command. Send the location immediately and we’ll be there.” I grew restless as the sound of clanking metal grew past the sound of machines and gears and was replaced by mechanical footsteps.
“Good luck sir, they’ll be waiting.”
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I waited way too long to add this log and I apologize for the wait. This isn’t one of my best logs but it adds a nice storyline to a rather mundane mission. The family storyline continues in the next mission, so come back soon!
Thanks for your patience.
Update on the massive wildfire in the Fort McMurray area:
"On May 1, 2016, a wildfire began southwest of Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada. On May 3, it swept through the community, destroying approximately 2,400 homes and buildings and forcing the largest wildfire evacuation in Albertan history. As of May 17, it continues to spread across northern Alberta, consuming forested areas and impacting Athabasca oil sands operations. It may become the costliest disaster in Canadian history.
.... While the fire had moved away from Fort McMurray, explosions and poor air quality continued to prevent residents and rebuilding crews from returning to the town. The wildfire is still burning and is expected to take months to contain and extinguish." From Wikipedia.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2016_Fort_McMurray_wildfire
www.theglobeandmail.com/news/alberta/the-fort-mcmurray-di...
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This photo was taken on 6 May 2016, about two weeks ago. I didn't post it straight away, as I wanted to be certain that this owlet had managed to climb high up into a tree, where it would be safe.
Unfortunately, I had half a dozen errands to run before allowing myself to go out with my camera that day, so I didn't get to the park till part way through the evening, and the light was already beginning to quickly fade. This beautiful owlet had been on the ground for a while before I arrived. There were a few people there and more came and went. I didn't want to risk a large crowd turning up if I posted this photo immediately. However, I later heard that it had been able to claw and flap its way up one of the trees and was safely out of reach of most predators. Meanwhile, the other fledgling had been very high up in a different tree, along with Mom. I'm glad I did call in at this location when I did, as this beautiful little owl gave us a few chances for photos when it was up on a log or down on the ground, partly hidden by the plants and bushes. I don't know how it ended up on the ground, but obviously it fell from somewhere or misjudged flying distance when it finally left the nesting tree. An interesting world for it to explore, though it wasn't very steady on its feet yet : )
Things seem to have happened so fast this spring and I missed seeing the two owlets balancing on the rim of the nesting tree, exercising their wings before fledging. Also, I have been so busy that I've only been over to see the youngsters a handful of times. Looking on the more important side, this has meant one less person intruding on their area, of course, though I have to say that these owls are remarkably tolerant of humans. If a Canada Goose, on the other hand, should get anywhere near the nest or the little ones, Mom or Dad flies in for an immediate attack.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
I'm posting this really poor quality image as my third photo this morning. If it shows as my main image, it is Flickr still messing with the order in which I upload! The light was so bad and this Great Horned Owl owlet was fairy well hidden behind branches and leaves. In fact, it was on the ground at this point, for a few hours, but apparently managed to climb high up in one of the trees. Despite the quality, I couldn't bring myself to delete the shot, as this little one looked so cute. Taken two days ago, on 6 May 2016, in a local natural area/park. Unfortunately, I had half a dozen errands to run before allowing myself to go out with my camera, so I didn't get there till late, and the light quickly began to fade. No time to look around the area for any other birds on this visit.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
Another catch from the nest. This was taken yesterday, and it really looked like the youngster was itching to get out of the nest. I spent 30 minutes this morning observing the nest, and they were gone. Perhaps they have moved into the woods
“With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics….. Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots….. Great Horned Owls vary in color tone across their range: birds from the Pacific Northwest tend to be dark sooty; individuals across the Southwest are paler and grayer; and birds from subarctic Canada can be almost white.”
Status : Least Concern
Source : Cornell University Lab of Ornithology
Emigrant Lake – Jackson County – Oregon - USA
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
#WilfredOwen
HAPPY EASTER weekend, everyone!
This morning, I posted two photos first and then posted this main photo separately, hoping that this one will show up as my main photo for everyone. So annoying when one of my other two photos shows up as my main photo when some people have their Flickr photostream set to show just one photo per Contact.
Almost one year ago, on 15 April 2015, my parking lot was going to be spring-cleaned, which meant that all cars had to be out of the lot by 7:30 am. I didn't have a 2015 street parking permit, so I had to leave home at 7:30 and find something that would use up the few hours before my volunteer shift. I didn't want to risk being late for that, so decided to stay within the city rather than go driving some backroads. The owls in Fish Creek Park ended up being my destination. I had only been there twice in many weeks and seen Mom on my first visit and then Mom with two of her three owlets on the second. When I arrived on 15 April, there was no sign of the "paparazzi" - I had been expecting there to be at least a few photographers and people out for a walk. This time, I was able to see all three owlets as well as Mom and Dad. Late afternoon, after my volunteer shift, I called in again for a while on my way home.
This was a busy Mom with three young ones – not sure which owlet this is, with Mom right behind it.. Dad always sat in one or other of the nearby trees, keeping careful watch over his mate and owlets. He would hunt at night and brings food to the rest of his family.
When I was on a birding walk the other week, we were horrified when we discovered that some of the huge, beautiful old coniferous trees near this nesting tree had been reduced to only tree trunk with a few sawn-off, bare branches. I would have thought that this was so wrong to do, destroying the owls' area. No sign of the owls nesting here this winter/spring, which is hardly surprising.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
"Did I Stutter?" asks the Statue of Liberty...no, but clearly the fascists in power aren't listening.
Trump has been doing a ton of things while most Americans go to bed (literally in the late night hours)....withdrawing from climate change treaties, firing Sally Yates our Attorney General because she upheld the Constitution. He also replaced Daniel Ragsdale, the acting director of immigration enforcement. One of the likely person referred to in the Christopher Steele dossier, Oleg Erovinkin, has been found dead (not suspicious at all...)
Not sure what it's going to take for every American to get out of their homes and protest and for this dictator to be impeached but I'll be protesting again today. If you live in Chicago, here's the link:
act.moveon.org/event/stop_trump_jan31/6699/signup/?akid=&...
Another from Portland Bill.... maybe this one will give a tiny bit more of an impression of how windy it really was, and how wet I was getting... :)
Late afternoon yesterday, 22 April 2015, after a volunteer shift, I called in at a local park to see the Great Horned Owl family. I hadn't been over there for a week, so I was curious to see if much had changed with them. Not a whole lot, though Mom, like Dad, was perched in a nearby Spruce tree. With Great Horned Owls, the adults tend to be sitting still for most of the daytime hours, so it's always a treat when one of them actually moves, even if it's just a minute or two of preening.
This is Mom in my photo. She is a busy Mom with three young ones to care for. Dad has always been sitting in one of the nearby trees, keeping careful watch over his mate and owlets. He has been hunting at night and bringing food to the rest of his family. As owlets get bigger and bigger, the female tends to leave the nest to hunt for food, too. Females are larger than males, so can catch larger, heavier prey to feed to her quickly growing young ones.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
Stunning antbird, small and boldly patterned. Rotund and short-tailed. Male has white belly with band of black spots across chest, gray head, and rufous back. Female more washed out, but similar pattern. Usually seen singly or in pairs in understory of forest, often following a mixed flock or army ant swarm. Stuttered song is a series of slightly wheezy whistles, descending in pitch. (eBird)
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It was great to catch both male and female of this pretty antbird species. She was with her mate at the ant swarm, waiting to pick off the insects that were fleeing the army ants. Nature can sometimes be pitiless.
Pipeline Road, Panama. January 2014.
Birding Panama.
Almost exactly ONE YEAR AGO, on 27 April 2014, I called in to see the family of Great Horned Owls in a local park and finally got to see the two owlets up on the rim of the nesting cavity. The last time I had seen them, just their heads were visible inside the nest. Various friends had been posting photos of these youngsters climbing up on top of the broken tree, so I knew that if I didn't go very soon, the owlets would have fledged to a different tree and then would be difficult or impossible to photograph. It turned out that these two fluffy owlets did fledge, a couple of days after I took this photo.
The reason that I'm posting this photo is that, sadly, the Great Horned Owl pair that has nested at this location for quite a few years, has had an unsuccessful breeding season this year (2015). We aren't sure what happened, as we did see the male sitting in a tree near the nesting tree and we did see the top of the female's head fairly recently. Then, suddenly, I heard that people were seeing both adults sitting in nearby trees. I have only been down there maybe a couple of very brief times in at least the last couple of months. Maybe people who are there for many hours, day after day, actually saw something happen? Apparently, someone did report seeing three adults in that area recently. Or maybe the eggs did not successfully hatch, or maybe they did hatch and the tiny owlets picked up some infection from deep down in the nesting tree? Feel sad for the adult owls, and I know hundreds, if not thousands, of people will also be feeling sad and so disappointed. These owls have given us so much enjoyment over the years. Hopefully, next year, if the owls stay at this location, they will have a much more successful and happier breeding season.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
This sun was mine and yours; we shared it.
Who's suffering behind the golden silk, who's dying?
A woman beating her dry breasts cried out; `Cowards,
they've taken my children and torn them to shreds, you've
killed them
gazing at the fire-flies at dusk with a strange look,
lost in blind thought.'
The blood was drying on a hand that a tree made green,
a warrior was asleep clutching the lance that cast light
against his side.
It was ours, this sun, we saw nothing behind the gold
embroidery
then the messengers came, dirty and breathless,
stuttering unintelligible words
twenty days and nights on the barren earth with thorns only
twenty days and nights feeling the bellies of the horses
bleering
and not a moment's break to drink rain-water.
You told them to rest first and then to speak, the light had
dazzled you.
They died saying `We don't have time', touching some rays
of the sun.
You'd forgotten that no one rests.
A woman howled `Cowards'. like a dog in the night.
Once she would have been beautiful like you
with the wet mouth, veins alive beneath the skin,
with love.
This sun is ours; you kept all of it, you wouldn't follow
me.
And it was then I found about those things behind the
gold and the silk:
we don't have time. The messengers were right.
Giorgos Seferis
Stuttering Barred Frog. Styx River State Forest, NSW. Note the difference in the colour of the upper iris which is bright blue in mature adults.
The poor litttle Bee had a stutter. . .B, B. . .BBBBBB. . . .and then he took the Z from my SHIRT!! But now he is a very happy little Bee, no stutter and my Zed has a happy new home.
As of yesterday, this little Great Horned Owl "branchling" seems to have become a nestling once again : ) It has experienced various adventures in the last 10 days or two weeks, but seems to be back on owlet schedule now. I guess we will never know what happened to start all this, though it is possible that this young one was blown out of the nest when we had several days of extremely strong winds recently.
This photo, from 24 April 2015, was taken when I called in very briefly at the park and found the owl on a high Spruce branch. Maybe it "missed" its two younger siblings, so returned to its place of origin : ) No activity from any of the owls, so the 10-minute "limit" on being there and taking photos was more than enough time for me to be there : ) Fully zoomed - Focal Length (35mm format) - 1200 mm.
Yesterday, on the way home from a great day with friends at Frank Lake, I called in at the park again for about half an hour. A bit more activity this time, with all three still together. I knew my "watching" time was up, but I also knew that the number of days before the Tax deadline were running out fast. Got my Taxes ready and finally fell into bed around 5:00 this morning!
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.