he little bird was so intent in swooping and snacking that he took no notice of the beastie who plotted his demise. #gardenlife #birding
As God as My Witness … #thanksgiving #wildturkeys
Watching the common grackle bathe on a hot day reminded me of a magical time and the other common things I’ve left behind in Ohio–lightning bugs, summer rain, and best friends. #birding #common
Little bits of sunshine flitting and fussing about the garden, engulfing the feeders to gobble up sunflower seeds, pausing at the brook to lap droplets of water on the hot summer afternoon. #birding
I believe in serendipity. Without the crowd, I wouldn’t have been in the Windows on Wildlife when this little bird appeared. #myfirst #birding
Little Gems at Secor Metropark in Sylvania, Ohio. #toledometroparks #birding
My parents have hung a wren house in their yard for as long as I can remember. Every year, a little male comes and builds a nest. Then he sings and sings for a mate. Sometimes a female will come to lay eggs and raise a brood. Other times, the nest will be abandoned for…
This green heron has been eluding me for years. Ok, I admit, it is highly probable that this is not the same heron that I have tried to photograph since 1998, but I am still pretty excited to finally get a photo. They are such a curious looking bird to me, and their elusive behavior makes…
Topping my favorite photo list is this Amuse Bouche. Can’t improve on #nature with this one. Shot, cropped, logoed, posted. #Annashummingbird feeds on kangaroo paw at #VentanaBigSur #California #birding #luckyshotTopping my favorite photo list is this Amuse Bouche. Can’t improve on #nature with this one. Shot, cropped, logoed, posted. #Annashummingbird feeds on kangaroo paw at #VentanaBigSur #California #birding #luckyshot
Spring has come. During a break in the rain, I ventured out to take some photos. A beautiful Western bluebird pair flew among the tall trees and even paused for a moment to pose … and then ponder. #birding
Despite the success of the other birds and beasts, over all this time, I had never seen him actually catch anything. Until now.
Valentine’s Day is coming. And our minds turn to all those romantic images of love: hearts, roses, cupid, maybe a dove or two. But I don’t see doves very often. And when I do, they are usually mixed within the huge flock of pigeons that are scrabbling for birdseed under someone’s feeder. Not very romantic….