CapeBreton-NorvellHimself-SingleMalt: April 2014

Podiceps - low in the horizon at dusk

India

Welcome to my visitor from India - I hope that you are enjoying some of the photos - please return another time, and tell some of your friends about this little site - Norvellhimself

I have to rely on the yellow bill and assume that it is still in winter plumage to verify that this is indeed the Red-necked Grebe - Podiceps grisegena. Also a quote from Book of North American Birds, "If there are several birds in the same area they maintain a respectful distance from one another and show even less tolerance for would-be observers/"

There Are Two

Landing

Across The River

Muddy Bank

Stoney Run

You can see the remains of the old sawdust piling from the old Saw Mill of the 40s and 50s on the left down stream still eroding into the stream and the river.

Head Stand

Friday

The Giant Sequoia - President

National Geographic composite photograph - with data workers shown life size as they work

The President tree is the name of a giant sequoia located in the Giant Forest of Sequoia National Park in the United States, east of Visalia, California. The tree is believed to be at least 3,200 years old. It is not the tallest giant sequoia tree in the world with a height of about 247 feet (75 m), nor the widest at about 27 ft (8.2 m) in diameter at the base, but it is the third largest tree in the world, measured by volume of trunk. As of 2012, the volume of its trunk measured at about 45,000 cubic feet (1,300 m³), with an additional 9,000 cubic feet (250 m³) of branches.^[1] That same year, it was determined that the President was larger than the General Grant, if measured by total volume of wood above ground.^[1]
The tree was named after President Warren G. Harding in 1923.^[2] Nearby trees include Chief Sequoyah, the 27th largest giant sequoia in the world, and the Congress Group, two dense stands of medium sized sequoias that represent the "House" and "Senate".

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Nearly Inpenetrable Understory

Circling The Nest

One eagle is on the nest while the other is hunting. The big guy kept circling the nest while I waited for him to come in for landing but he did not - just kept checking me out I guess. I decided to leave so that they could get on with their job of raising a family.

Underfoot - II

I will try to identify this soon - it is a marshy area plant (growing on the verge of the river bank) - if you know its' identity please comment.

Countries Visiting In The Last Week

Countries that have visited in the last week

(there may be others but I only have access to the top ten).

United States
Germany
Canad
China

Ukraine

Israel

Brazil

Switzerland

Spain

Ireland

Returning

- And Underfoot

Heathy Wood

Excitement

Wouldn't That Just Curl Your Tail

Low Water In Right Channel

Right Channel

Quietude

Distant Kayak

In The Day

Shimmer On Water

Twin Bridges Becomes Twin Arches

Around 92 years ago this bridge was built replacing the old 'Twin Bridges' that actually had a zig-zag turn in the middle. If all goes well I will be amending this posting with a copy of a copy of an old photo of that unique old span.

Harbinger of The Season

Flash of Red

There is for me a real thrill in 'shooting' a bird like this Cardinal in the wild - as opposed to capturing him at the feeder. I caught the flash of red peripherally and was able to get the rather sketchy photo at top but then he flew and perched for his portrait in a most accommodating manner.

Merganser Wake

The Old Ball Field - II

The Old Ball Field

The wood is slowly reclaiming that which at one time was a level field carved from the wilderness for the Green Hill mansion house, and had in my early childhood days before World War II been known by all and sundry as "The Old Ball Field". But even in those days of yester-lore it was a fading name for all I remember was the bucket upon bucket of strawberries that my parents picked there to turn into preserves and jellies for the coming year and even to my unskilled youthful eye there was no sign of the ball-diamond of that heroic sport of old. Then when war brought jobs and a great influx of men and women from 'the south' to work in munition plants and other war-time businesses a saw mill was started here to churn out an endless supply of rough-sawn oak lumber for houses, and munition buildings and such, So in turn the name "The Sawmill" entered the local lexicon and strawberries and late summer blackberries disappeared from the field for good but in turn many a household went out to The Sawmill to bring home a wagon load of rough cut bark wood for heating the home through the long winters. Then in early teen-age years the bordering Stoney Run, where sawdust had been carried to the river to help clog the 'channel' for fishing boats, became the local swimming hole for many of us young boys and the abandoned sawmill was only a fading back-drop growing into shrub.

Across The Years

Hello Switzerland and Israel

thanks for stopping by

my photography and other posts are slow because of Easter stuff the last few days

should pick up again this coming week

Norvellhimself!!

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