The wood stork was on the lawn yesterday. I have been seeing it in Raccoon’s Cove, Otter Bay, Heron Inlet, Deer Pass Stork’s Rest for several days. That really is a little bit of paradise over there. Yesterday’s offerings were consumed by all the brightly colored flowers from the day before, so I didn’t get to the stork. But here he is. On the lawn of the backyard, yet again. He…
There have been many stories I wanted to keep this week. But I got busy and because there was not the obligation, I didn’t press. That’s me losing the habit of writing. So now I have all these untold, unrecorded, really great stories. I have to do something about a posting schedule and the weight of sorting through all the images I take. Here, let me distract you with some…
Lettuce Lake Park again. We were there only about an hour before the park was meant to close. But we overstayed. For the second visit, we were again, the last ones to leave. There, on the swamp floor appropriately, we saw two Common Gallinules. Like all the other animals beside the boardwalk at the park, they seemed to have learned that there is nothing to fear from visitors. So we…
Playing with the new camera on a day when it is grey and rainy seems like it should result in some excellent learning experiences. But I don’t think it did. For right now, the Nikon D3300 and I are getting to know each other. Here are several familiar scenes/activities reproduced today with this device. Starting at the boring end and crescendoing near the pinnacle (of an almost flat day!). Aperture:…
My new approach to wild animals is this: I will speak their names and wait for them to show up. Without even trying, that is what has been happening. In the last month, it happened with the stork, the spoonbill and the blue heron. Just a couple days ago, I was asking about a wood duck. From searches online, it seemed the little pied-billed grebe might be a juvenile wood…
As you know, yesterday marked the end of the challenge. Earlier, I described some knowledge I’ve gained from doing that. Here are some other things, while I’m watched over by a redshouldered hawk, who flew up from the lawn when he saw me, but still perched very close by. First, there is always more story, and more to the story. As the month progressed, I posted longer blog entries with…
31 days. What I have learned, for a start, is that I like documenting events. I have a poor long term memory, but also one easily triggered by a smell or a particular photograph. Words allow me that too. So I appreciate that I am cementing the memories with this process. And, too, I now feel confident to record the summer trip. But we’ll get to that in a minute….