Quietly Stare
random lines from a poem by
Gerardo SanDiego, 30Jan'10
you taste the day age from ochre to sienna,
grinding its color in your mind
watching the sun burn to ashes through the wait
staring it down, staring it down
grinding its color in your mind
watching the sun burn to ashes through the wait
staring it down, staring it down
Portugal, The Netherlands
seems to be visitors from the Netherlands and from Portugal today
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But Once I Got Them Into Focus
- the understory became brighter and clearer and the two nestlings were there out greeting the world around them
Not An Auspicious Photograph - but
- this is a fractional bit better than what I could see with my 'naked eye' when looking for what I was thinking would be a regular grown owl and since I had already heard the distinctive series of calls I was specifically looking for a Barred Owl - and all I could find was this shapeless grey mass
Wait - There Are Two
Then I noticed the second guy partially obscured behind some foliage
if you might be interested in the various sounds of the Barred Owl then go to:
A Downy Young Barred Owl - Strix varia
When I looked up through the foliage of the trees I could only make out a small lump of darkness on one of the high limbs but I focused in at 24x zoom and with a little teasing I got this guy looking down at me. It was definitely a WOW moment for me.
Serendipitous (for me) Crow
I was headed back to the truck after taking some nice photos behind the church and along the river when I hear a few crows sounding off in the trees across the Wharf Road, sounding more like their scolding cries when they have discovered an owl during the day than the normal garrulous cawing they do when just having a group get together. So I scooted (getting too old to jump nimbly anymore) over the granite wall and poked into the small copse of wood behind the old abandoned Sexton's house just as I heard the familiar common call of a Barred Owl.
The Early Bird - Again (I think it is a different worm though)
and to attempt to give this glorious bird its true name, I believe this is the
Northern Mockingbird - Mimus polyglottos
I was shooting the river from the Episcopal church, St. Mary Anne's, graveyard when a great blue heron flew into the adjoining Rectory back lawn. As I was getting ready to take his photo skulking along the far fence, this Mockingbird once again made his appearance and said take a better photograph this time if you will. And the bowed twiggy limb set him off in splendor.
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