Let’s try to mix up the Very Serious Stuff with a little Life’s Still Sometimes Awesome stuff. Also, we haven’t done a UFD for a while. Also, I feel like making a few of you sweat a little.
The reason you all didn’t hear a peep from me Friday was because B and I spent all day Thursday up on Mount Rainier, and we were tuckered the next day. Also, we had to take kitties to the vet. And it was hot. Did I mention tuckered? We were. Otherwise, I might’ve sprung this on you Friday. So it goes.
We heard birds galore. Some birds I’d never heard before. The forests were filled with song and cheer. And do you think any of those evil little gits posed for us? No. Actually, some did – always when the camera wasn’t ready. Spent all day up there, and all I got bird-wise was one raptor so distant you can’t make out what it is, and this.
Oh, I grant you, it’s possibly artistically framed. You could make a big deal out of the way the forest surrounds it, and possibly even wax lyrical about the beauty and mystery of nature or something. Except the bugger had its back to us. And it looked down to preen just as I shot the photo. And flew off before the camera was done processing this shot. Garragh.
Here’s a cropped version thereof.
So: as you can tell, dark body, pale band at the end of the tail. They sail majestically from tree-to-tree like doves, with their lovely tails fanned out. And they absolutely adore doing that when you’ve got the camera aimed elsewhere. It was rush hour in the gap between two trees, bird going by every few seconds – until I swung the camera up that way and waited with my finger on the record button. Then they stayed stubbornly hidden in the foliage until we went away.
That was at Longmire, where there’s a meadow full of bubbling springs and travertine, and it’s a nice loop trail through peaceful forest, and you’re tormented all the way by horseflies and birds who refuse to stay still for the camera. But very nice.
Later in the day, we saw a raptor in flight over the Nisqually Glacier.
B says it was being harried by one smaller bird, later joined by another smaller bird, but they were performing their aerial dogfight out of my line of sight by then, and besides, glacier. Sorry, but given the choice between specks of biology that are moving too fast to photograph, and a nice, big, extremely slow hunk of geology, you know what I’m spending most of my time on.
You want to see some of that geology, don’t you? I’ll bet you do. Here ye go:
That, my darlings, is a straight shot up the Nisqually River, born at that self-same glacier, right up to Mount Rainier. Which was fabulous. And I took over four hundred photos and some video, so one of the things you have to look forward to in the future is some lavishly-illustrated stuff on this volcano, which is utterly gorgeous, if dangerous.
I can’t wait to go back!