The egret was eyeing fish in the Lightner Museum Courtyard pond. He seemed to not mind posing for me. St. Augustine Florida.
This is a regular visitor to the local McDonalds. It was on the ground eating the remains of the meat in a discarded sandwich in the parking lot with several large, black crows around, cawing angrily, but . . . not getting too close. The crows would hop closer and the hawk would turn it’s head to look at them and they’d quickly back up. It was fascinating to watch. Once finished with the meat in the sandwich it flew to the top of this post where I finally thought to snap a pic or two. As best as I can tell on-line, it’s a Red Shouldered Hawk. -Shuey
Shuey’s most viewed Guest Post was the regal Barred Owl in 2012 the Blue Jerk was another Thanks for the wonderful contributions.
Time for a new birdhouse.
It’s at least a dozen years old and was used every year until it deteriorated and split apart this year. It’s hanging in the birch tree out back st Mark snd Erika’s home In Ohio.
I bought this from the puppeteers, Charlie snd Laura who came to our school to perform and who are master gardeners and craftsmen.
This photo and note were sent to me in 2007 by my dear friend Dorothy Holley.
I found it today (Valentine’s Eve?) while cleaning a desk I rarely use. It was a lovely find as Dorothy passed in June 2010.
I included her note on the back, telling how she took it through a window and a screen.
Now and then I see one in my yard, too. Cardinals look stunning against the evergreen by my porch, especially in the snow. Dorothy loved the birds and waited to capture this picture.
She was a good encourager to me.
Placed her Valentine’s photo on red paper to take a shot with my phone to share with you.
If you’ve followed the blog, you’ve “met” Dorothy before.The Quart Jar Poet film is for sale as a fundraiser for Madwomen in the Attic, Carlow University.
And here’s a poem by Liane Ellison Norman about Dorothy’s iris.
We were walking across the street to the playground and saw two woodpeckers pecking away on this rotting tree stump. One flew away. iPhone shots today.
You can watch the one pecking away in this video .
The weekly photo challenge is Early Bird The golden hour BEFORE sunrise. This is just at the moment of sunrise on St. George Island State Park, Florida where I was visiting dear friends last summer. The last morning we were there we drove and then walked to the end of the Island. It was a beautiful sunrise.
Another early bird- in a tidal pool, not at the State Park but by the house where we were staying.
Picked up Laura for lunch at the Brown Bag Deli in German Village, Columbus OH.
We had a glass bottle of 1/2 Tea 1/2 Lemonade, some Cape Cod Kettle Chips and a dill pickle on the side.
Tuna Melt reminds me of my friend Joanne and also my childhood. As I remember they were on an English Muffin half then.
My mother’s parents, Charlotte and Judd Van Sickle, were real bird watchers and kept a life list of all the birds they saw. Cousin John still has the list and maybe I can get him to guest blog it sometime.
I thought of my grandparents as I watched the finches gather in to dine. Only one brave finch stayed to eat as I crept around with my 70-200 lens and camera. They were attuned to an intruder but this one stayed to eat anyway.
A hint, allusion, to something about to happen. Foreshadow. Sounds ominous. Doesn’t have to be.
I remember studying foreshadowing in high school English class. A tough challenge to “nail” this week.
from my friend Shuey in Niceville, Florida. He emailed this photo to me and I asked if I he’d allow me to post it and he said yes! I thought it was exceptionally cool to see an owl closeup. The site he sent said ” sometimes the Barred Owl sounds crazed”
Nice shot and thanks for guest blogging!
“This was my 3rd try at getting some pics of one of our neighbors – a Barred Owl. It’s half of a nesting pair who live in the woods behind our house and this one likes to rest in some trees next to our house in mid to late afternoon on nice days. They can be heard in the mornings, about an hour before dawn hooting behind the house. The first time I heard them I thought they were dogs and another time I heard a commotion and think it may have gotten a small cat . . . hopefully not someone’s pet.
It was very tolerant today and let me move around below him for quite a while before moving off to another nearby tree. This is their nesting season and hopefully I’ll be able to see some young owls in early April.
If you want to hear one, go to this site, and scroll down to the Barred Owl, then click on the arrow in the center of the video picture.