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I didn't have anything of interest to post for the month of August 2022. I guess I didn't get out enough that month to take shots.
So I decided to share a shot I took early September for the August selection.
This is an extremely vital roll for the Mom Alpaca... To share with her baby cria her antibodies in order to keep the baby strong, healthy and able to fight infections and so on.
It is absolutely amazing to see this process between the two. It's filled with love and compassion between mother and child. A true honor to have been there at the right time to capture this!
Many don't get a chance to witness the love and connection between these animals and their younglings!
I really so DO love my Alpacas
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P.s... In case your wondering about the sweater... It was a little cold for the new born and we are fully equiped at the farm with fashionable attire for the little ones, to stay snug as a bug :-D)
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The shepherds calender
The infant april joins the spring
And views its watery skye
As youngling linnet trys its wing
And fears at first to flye
With timid step she ventures on
And hardly dares to smile
The blossoms open one by one
And sunny hours beguile
I tried nearly every day since the younglings left the nest to capture a photo like this. But no matter how I tried to approach the younglings, they would always leave before I could get at a decent distance. But then one morning, I started crawling instead of walking towards them. And since I looked 5 times smaller, I could easily get as close as I wanted and take some of my best photos yet.
A short walk to the north of the famous (early 18th century) spa of Bad Bentheim there's a pleasant nature reserve. A herd of its denizens is of the endangered Dutch Landrace Goat, once a favorite of poor farmers and hence nicknamed 'poor people's cow'. Driven to virtual extinction only a single pair survived into the 1950s. A breeding programma was successful and now there are some 1000 of these animals, some here on the border with The Netherlands.
I watched two billies in a tough fight; the noise of the clash was incredible. But then decided to post this photo of a cute youngling...
On the same morning I captured those White Wagtails feeding the younglings photos, I also tried my luck with a Song Thrush, though I didn't have high expectations. But would you look at that, for once the Song Thrush came so close that I couldn't focus anymore.
It collected worms for his younglings.
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Hello my friends!
It’s bee a while again but you know how it is right before Christmas Holidays. I am dealing with a lot of changes in my life and most for the better so hey! Let’s cheer for this Year’s end.
I hope you guys have somewhere safe and warm to celebrate. For all the fellows who are isolated or in a non-safe setting, you are not alone, and I send you all my love.
I am also approachable for those who would like to at least have a virtual support :)
For all my LGBTQIA + frends and younglings out there. I love you, and you are beautiful, and I am always here for a chat ♥
I hope you guys will like this picture ♥
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Lake Almanor Campground
Plumas County, CA
This little guy had just come out of the nest when he started getting attacked by a number of the Brewer's Blackbirds present. After a bit of fighting by the parents, the Blackbirds were driven off, allowing the youngster to relax on the ground and take his first steps on the ground. This is when I snuck behind a bush around 10 ft away to take a few intimate photos of the little boi who had just survived three (very weak, ngl) blackbird attacks.
Tons of high-pitched voices came one day from th pine tree in front of my house. When I looked, about seven Coal Tit chicks and two parents very desperate to feed their younglings.
Levé de soleil Dimanche dernier en compagnie de mes potes Erick et THS PICTURE, Guyane Française .
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I was really looking forward to capture an adult bird feeding the younglings. I tried it at the Common Redstarts, but I couldn't get anything since they were very hard to approach. But I conformed with some captures with my good old friend the White Wagtail feeding his chick.
Wind is whispering in their branches as they welcome the sun and its energy. They are standing silently on their watch, as silent as the younglings far down below them. How many years before their roles will switch over?
This is a special young bear. Very curious but mama is watching. Your new job as a photographer is to keep this youngling from laying in your lap. How about those eyes??? Again, another one of my spirit animals.
•• My yesterdays walk with me.. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.. :- William Golding ••
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Levé à 4h30 hier matin , et bien décidé à assister à l arrivé du soleil sur la cote Guyanaise . Nous nous sommes rendus à la plage et avons attendus patiemment cet instant magique ! ( Route des plage Commune de Montjoly Guyane Française )
Soft utilisés : Photoshop et Aperture
Cette photo n est ni un montage ni du HDR .
Filtre : Singh Ray Daryl Benson Reverse
Robin fledglings leaving the nest within 13–14 days of hatching while still unable to fly well.
They are initially speckled brown for camouflage, developing their red breast in 2–3 months.
After they fledge, the younglings will stay close to their parents for around 21 days. Their parents will feed them at first before showing them where to forage for their own food. The parents will also teach them how to avoid predators and start to survive on their own.
Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order
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Ilum was a snow-covered planet located in the 7G sector of the Unknown Regions, within the Ilum system. In the system, Ilum was fifth from its parent star Asar, a blue dwarf, located roughly equidistant from Asar and the system's cometary cloud. Ilum had been utilized by the Jedi Order for the Gathering, a rite of passage in which Jedi younglings must find and harvest kyber crystals for their lightsabers, for thousands of standard years.
Absent ces derniers temps pour des soucis de santé , me revoilà parmi vous .
Je vous dis donc à très bientôt sur vos galeries et bonne fin de week-end !
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The male and female Common Redstart were quite determined to bring the most food possible to the younglings. It looked like they were racing; who brings the most food to the younglings wins a free day ;)
Thank you for your comments and faves.
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Osprey (Pandion haliaetus)
Iroquois, Ontario
Les jours se suivent et ne se ressemblent pas , encore faut il ouvrir le bon œil ...
Rivière de l'Oyak qui borde la commune de Roura ( Guyane Française )
Exposition:6 sec
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Cette photo n est ni un montage ni du HDR .
Filtre : Singh Ray " Daryl Benson " GND3 reversed
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One of the first birds I came across on my visit to Tomnafinnoge Forest was the Grey Wagtail which I had not seen before. I heard a lot of high pitched chirping on the river and I caught sight of yellow, fast moving birds who were flying low, over the surface of the River Derry. So I stayed and watched and noticed that two of the colourful birds, lovely yellow underbelly and grey feathers were feeding this youngling. Mind you it was as big as its parents but was quite demanding and waited around the same vicinity which was this rock on the river and a few reeds near it. I think this parent is the male as it has black under its beak, which the female does not.
Was taking a walk with the long lens past a local osprey nest this evening hoping to get some action in the air ... and when all of a sudden there came along this bald eagle, it was time to tell the eagle off and to keep moving.
The two captures here were within seconds of each other ... but the eagle kept moving on, so they ended up not in the same frame.
You can see the eagle checking out the two osprey that were at the nest (I think the two remaining there are the new younglings that are now nearly fully grown). Possible one of them was still one of the parents. Hard to tell at this time.
Pont de Roura ( Guyane Française )
Voici une petite photo prise avant mon départ en vacance .
Je serait absent du 27/07/08 au 25/08/08 , je prendrai donc le temps à mon retour de commenter tous vos chef d œuvres .
Je vous dis à tous bonne photo et à bientôt !
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Filtre : Singh Ray Daryl Benson Reverse
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Dieses Foto eines jungen Teichrohrsängers hat wieder mehr dokumentarischen Charakter. Ich fand den ungleichmäßigen Federwuchs interessant. Normalerweise wäre mir so ein Bild mindestens wegen der Schilfhalme vor dem Vogel zu unruhig aber der junge Kollege hat sich leider nicht weiter aus der sicheren Deckung herausgetraut. Für das fotografieren ist das immer etwas schade, für das Überleben dafür sicher sehr hilfreich. Oder vielleicht lag es ja auch nur an der Frise, dass er nicht unter Leute wollte.
This photo of a young reed warbler has a more documentary character. I found the uneven feather growth interesting. Normally, a photo like this would be too busy for me, at least because of the reeds in front of the bird, but unfortunately the youngling didn't dare to come out of the safe cover. That's always a shame for photography, but it's certainly very helpful for survival.
Et voilà une nouvelle année qui commence , je tenais par cette photo vous souhaiter à tous une bonne année et tous mes voeux de bonheur pour 2009 !
Photo prise sur un minuscule bout de plage sur la commune de Montjoly en Guyane Française .
Me voilà de retour sur flickr donc je vous dis à tous à très bientôt !
Exposition: 6 sec
Soft utilisés : Aperture / Photoshop
Cette photo n est ni un montage ni du HDR .
Filtre : Singh Ray " Daryl Besson" GND3 reversed / ND4 Lee
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White Wagtails are really friendly. This means a great opportunity to photograph them in many different ways...one of which is the adult giving food to a youngling.
One of the first birds I came across on my visit to Tomnafinnoge Forest was the Grey Wagtail which I had not seen before. I heard a lot of high pitched chirping on the river and I caught sight of yellow, fast moving birds who were flying low, over the surface of the River Derry. So I stayed and watched and noticed that two of the colourful birds, lovely yellow underbelly and grey feather were feeding this youngling. Mind you it was as big as its parents but was quite demanding and waited around the same vicinity which was this rock on the river and a few reeds near it.
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'Twas brillig and the slithey Toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. 'Twas always brillig here in the wabe; the sunlight smiltering through the dense canopy of the Tumtum trees, then pooling on the floor as a green chollazy swamp of brackish light.
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame came whiffling through the Tulgey wood and burbled as she came. This was her beloved home, the Jabberwock. She was born here and she would die here, amongst the great, wise Tumtum trees. She skoffled and skiffled between the thick trunks, whiffling at the flurgey ground. She stopped and whiffled once more, pressing her sensitive fingers against the warm soil. Aha! She shovelled at the earth with her claws, digging down-down-down. At last her treasure was unearthed, a Gruffle: a large nugget of fungi that nestled deep in the ground. She scobbled it down, relishing the pungent taste. A nearby Jubjub bird frindered down from a low branch and chiray-chirooped with its low, haunting cry. It hopped amongst the clods of earth left by the Jabberwock, picking up the fattest and tastiest grubs - stickerstack! stickerstack! GLUP! – and it was gone. A favourite treat for the Jubjub.
The Jabberwocks lived symbiotically with many of the creatures of the Tulgey wood. The Jubjubs would alight upon the backs of the slow Jaberwocks, cleaning and grooming their hair. The Jubjubs would sit atop the Jabberwocky heads, safely away from the playful and frumious Bandersnatch and chiray-chiroop if there was danger close by. In return the Jabberwocks would unearth the fattest grubs. The grubs of the Gruffle fungi were the sweetest and most nutritious. A Jubjub would not have to eat again for weeks after a meal of just one single Grufflegrub.
The woods had been full of these, once. The Gruffles and the Grufflegrubs, the Jubjubs and the Bandersnatches. Her people had planted and tended to their food source with slow patience and care. That was their way, slow. Steady. Theirs were the gentle ways of the woods. But now it was her, and her alone, with nothing for company but her Jubjub and her youngling that snurfled within her pouch, growing as slow as the seeds of a borogove. Her people were all gone and with them many of the Jubjubs. Jabberwocks had flaming eyes, and claws that snatched, so they had been hunted. Hunted for the value of their teeth. Hunted for game. Hunted until it was only she left.
The Jabberwock whiffled onward, her hips swaying to-and-fro, to-and-fro. Pausing only to scratch her old, crickled back upon a Tumtum trunk. Pausing only to listen to the joyous gyre and gimble of the Toves. The thick silence made her sad and so she jabbered to her Jubjub friend as she moved. She loved the language of her people. It was musical. They had thousands of words for the sunrise, depending on the cloud formation, the sifting of its light through the tree canopy, the colours hues and the pattern of colour-bruising. They had hundreds of words for the way the shadows played upon the ground and for the way the river murmured. The Jabberwock missed speaking with her people. And she missed hearing her name. For, she had a name, the Jabberwock. One she had not been called her name for, oh! a very long time. 'Waxing-moonlight-dancing-mysteriously-through-the-branches-on-a-warm-summer-night-as-the-southern-breezes-sing.' was her name. In her mother-tongue it was a a poem, but to those who did not know it was no more than a burble and a jabber.
At last the Jabberwock entered a clearing. She stood still, her face bent close to the ground. She was at the tomb place. The sanctuary of sleep and bones. Her sacred place. Here the ones she loved best were scrimpled down beneath the ground, awaiting a time they would be reborn. She wept here. She wept for her mother and her sister. She wept for her partner and her teachers. She wept for times past. She grieved and celebrated life, her tears watering the ground, swinging her rump from side to side in the dance of the dead. Amongst these graves flowers grew. An abundant garden of pristine flowers, springing upward and outward their heady scent jingering. The huzz of insects that fed from the nectar and the scratch of their scrittly wings joined her gurbling cries.
The Jubjub chiray-chirooped and chirooped once more. “Danger!” it called. “Danger ahead!” She heard it, then. A scrubbling amongst the trees. Footsteps. Someone was here. She could feel eyes upon her. The Jabberwock turned and observed him for only a moment. 'Twas nothing but an uffish boy and yet he held a blade. The Jabberwock whiffled on, past the sleeping sanctuary, heading as fast as her cumbersome legs would carry her, toward the heart of the woods. Quick. Quick! She blindered on, burbling words of hope and of comfort to her pouch-child.
One-two! One-two! And through and through! The vorpal blade went snicker-snack. He left her dead, and with her head, he went galumphing back.
The Jabberwock's recumbent bulk lay lifeless amongst the flowers. The huzz of the insepcts and the gimble of the Toves dropped to a dense, dark silence.
But then....
But then.... woven amongst the silence, a scrowl rose up. The Bandersnatch had been a witness to it all. The death of the last Jabberwocky, by a mere boy with a vorpal blade. The Bandersnatch called out to the Jubjubs, and to the slithy Toves. It called out to the Tumtums trees and to the Grufflegrubs.
“And has't he slain the last of the Jabberwocks? Oh, come to her side, my teemish fellows.
Oh dournful day, Ahloo, ooohway!” it scrawtled in its woe.
And from the silence a cacophony grew. And grew. And grew. Every creature of the woods gave a voice to the sound. Every creature gathered around her, and joined the requiem.
“Wait.... look!” the Bandersnatch scrowled. And silence reigned once more.
“But look!” The slithy Toves gyred and jimmered.
“But look!” the Jubjubs chiroop-chireeped.
And from the pouch of the Jabberwock, soft claws emerged. And then a head. A pair of bright, and flaming eyes, full of curiosity and intelligence. None other than the Jabberwock's daughter. They named her there and then, that child of the Jabberwock. “Cacophony-song-of-joy-and-woe-birthed-amongst-the-flowers.” was her name.
'Twas Brillig and the slithy Toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame came whiffling through the Tulgey wood and burbled as she came.
Story by VLS
Et oui je sais , cela fait un moment que je n avais rien posté ! Un peu dur d allier boulot et photo ces derniers temps , mais j ai quand même réussi à prendre celle ci il y a de ça quelques jours .( Guyane française , littorale de Cayenne )
Insipartion : Alondso DR
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Cette photo n est ni un montage ni du HDR .
Filtre : Singh Ray Daryl Benson Reverse