It might be hard to make out this bird’s markings from this photo. This juvenile bald eagle followed us around the marsh. We could hear it calling from deep in the trees until it finally made its presence known, spooking a great blue heron off the water, as it flew at almost ground level and rose up over us.
Had a hard time catching it with the camera but finally held it steady long enough to get a half decent shot. Gotta love how many of these birds are everywhere around here now. 10 years ago, I would not have believed I would see a bald eagle when stepping out my front door, or sitting in the Kmart parking lot, but I have done just that. They’re everywhere now. Hope their numbers keep growing!!!
When a crow and its shadow become one.
The lake was overflowing that day, but this traveler seemed to think the conditions were perfect.
Geese fly through a cold winter sky. There’s a hush in the air. The grey clouds are heavy, laden with snow, but yet it resists the Fall. I wait, watching, anticipating it’s arrival, but only the wind touches my face. I can feel winter’s cold hand. It grazes my cheek, but will not wrap me in its white robes, will not envelop me with its embrace. I have been here waiting, from the sun’s bright ascent to the close of the day, but it does not fall. Winter’s snow holds back from me, like a reticent sparrow, peeking from the trees, unmoving yet aware, unsure of my intentions, though I offer only love.
The Hermit Thrush guards a small nook in the moss covered rocks. Jumping behind ferns, it becomes a blur; a rustling shadow, a yellow light. What fairy land does it protect? Where does it go? Of what places does it know? Hidden behind the green, moving among the unseen, a ghost bird beckons us softly, cautiously showing the way.
Cardinal searches for food by local church. Green moss and grass made for a very “Christmas-like” color combo. Taken Dec. 20. The snow came a few days later.