CapeBreton-NorvellHimself-SingleMalt: May 2016

In The Wood - II

In the Wood

Herbert Edwin Clarke (b. 1852)

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

’T is winter, and we knew of old

In the Wood

Herbert Edwin Clarke (b. 1852)

Let us ride on! The wind is cold,—

Let us ride on—ride fast!—

’T is winter, and we knew of old

That love could never last

Without the summer and the sun!—

Let us ride on!

A Zipper Of Turtles

I cannot figure out just what the male duck is doing in this photograph

Event Horizon (beware of spaghettification )

Portugal, The Netherlands

seems to be visitors from the Netherlands and from Portugal today

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This Is Not Water Fowl Pee - it is damn power boat spillage

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

There Used To Be A Bridge

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:

http://www.fcps.edu/islandcreekes/ecology/barred_owl.htm

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.

- and here is The Skulker Himself

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.

Single Malts - and other odd Musings