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As you can see in the light, winter is approaching fast.
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As you can see in the light, winter is approaching fast.
The back side of the Perce Rock, ©voyager, all rights reserved
Jack has his stitches removed tomorrow afternoon and if he gets the “all clear” he can go back to normal activity. The incision is looking good and I’m fairly confident we should have no problems. In fact, Jack seems pretty happy to have the lump gone. He’s never once tried to pick at the wound and the past few days he’s been stretching out his arm and prancing around the house. It must feel like freedom to have that huge lump gone. Hopefully we can get back to our normal adventures on Wednesday, but that leaves 2 more days to reminisce about the Gaspe. This photo was taken on a foggy day from the highway near Barachois and in the distance you can see the back side of the Perce Rock on the left, Mt. Joli and the town of Perce in the center and Mt. St. Anne on the right. From this side the rock always reminds me of a horse bending to take a drink. The birds are mostly cormorants with one gull of exception.
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Sadly the bird is somewhat out of focus, but the light was just too lovely.
David sends these wonderful images of pelicans. Plus a bonus cormorant, I think.
I don’t think there can ever be too many Pelicans, so here is a bunch
roosting on a submerged tree, Murray River, Loxton, South Australia.
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Yes, I know. Sorry for being late, but it was a busy Friday and Saturday.
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In German, a wren or kinglet is known as a “Zaunkönig”, the king of the hedges, and this is how he got his name.
One day, the birds decided to crown a king. They wanted the strongest bird to be their king so he could protect them, and they decided to hold a competition. They would all fly towards the sun, and the bird who could fly the highest would be their king. They all flew as high as they could. First, the small birds needed to return to earth. Then the geese and swans. the falcon flew very high, but finally he had to give up. The eagle flew higher and higher until the sun burned his light plumage to a dark brown. Finally, he was at the end of his tether and turned around. But the small king of hedges, who was still called by a different name back then, had hidden himself between the feathers of the mighty eagle. He had waited for just that moment, and when the eagle turned around, he came out, flew a bit higher and sang his triumphant song, declaring himself king.
The eagle was very angry at the cheating little bird and swore to kill him. The little king of hedges flew into the thick hedges to hide from the eagle, who was named king by the other birds. He keeps hiding there to this very day, but he still sings his song about beating the eagle in a flying competition.
Peafowl from Raucous Indignation.
Oh those colours!
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My favourite one…
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Goldfinches from Nightjar.
I simply love the light in these.
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She loves me, she loves me not…
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I’ve been taking up daily walks whenever possible. Because fresh air is good and the outdoors is free and also I have taken up Pokémon Go again. This even means that sometimes the kids will come with me, but most of the time I am alone and take the camera with me.
I usually take the wrong lens.
This time I had the wide angle and the small tele (55-250 mm) and kept changing.
One of the neighbourhood kitties
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Da pond.
Not that impressive at 55mm
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Wide angle: the creek
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I basically dangled the camera over the creek here.
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Change of lens. I found my long tailed tits. I hope they will return to the garden soon.
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Fairy lace
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Thistle
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Droplets
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Or a pair of great tits? Well, both. Somehow this year we do not have many visitors to the feeder yet. Maybe it is due to the very warm weather, the birds have mostly no need for supplementary feeding yet. So it is just tits.
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Some lovely seagulls from Iceswimmer
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From David, an early morning Kookaburra. In German they’re called “lachender Hans”, laughing Jack in English.
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These pictures and a heart warming story are from Nightjar:
This isn’t just a cute photo series of chicks, it’s a heartwarming story of the kind you don’t expect out of chicken! At least I didn’t. To cut two long stories short, we recently had to join two broods of chicks born one month apart. The younger ones had to be taken from their mum the day they hatched, which always breaks my heart to do, but in this case it was for their own good. She wasn’t a good mum and their siblings died as a result. So we joined the three survivors with the older chicks, made sure everything was peaceful and they were warming each other at night, and hoped for the best. To our surprise, a few days later, we noticed that one of the older chicks had adopted the three little ones, she was behaving as if she was their mother. Calling them to her side, teaching them how to eat, opening her little wings to warm them. You can see that in the first two photos, the head of a little baby underneath her wing. She’s giving me that look, “do NOT even THINK of touching my babies”. They follow her around everywhere and she never leaves one behind. Just like a mother hen would, except this hen is only a month old!
Cheers,
Nightjar
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Very cute, but I must say, those feet really tell you about the dinosaur foremothers.