Ruby Crowned Kinglet
A gnat, a gnat, a gnat is what I want. Zip up, zip down, zip all around. The little Ruby crowned kinglet filled with intent.
A gnat, a gnat, a gnat is what I want. Zip up, zip down, zip all around. The little Ruby crowned kinglet filled with intent.
It’s been a rather busy week once again for me, and the calendar is actually full through December. Work seems to keep getting in the way of me being able to go out and bird during fall migration. I’ve been watching a plant in my garden known as […]
Mixed in with all of the gulls at Sandy Point Park this week were a few terns. It was as if I was looking for a needle in the haystack between the huge flock of gulls. Surely one of these is not like the other. Indeed, this caspian […]
It was a beach ballet at Sandy Point Park with the Laughing gulls. They expressed their inner ballerina and posed and jumped into the wind feeling free. ———————————- He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and […]
The Chesapeake Bay has had some difficult weather this past week, and in tough times, the gulls of the bay rest along the beach of Sandy Point Park. Not just a few gulls, but thousands of gulls. It’s a mesmerizing sight to see so many birds at one […]
Earlier in the week my friend and I went into the Baltimore Harbor in search of boobies. Yes ! Boobies. We even found a pair of boobies. Brown Boobies is what I mean. Brown boobies are a tropical bird known to grace the waters southwest of Key West […]
Peacocks By Rose Fyleman (1877-1957) PEACOCKS sweep the fairies’ rooms; They use their folded tails for brooms; But fairy dust is brighter far Than any mortal colours are; And all about their tails it clings In strange designs of rounds and rings; And that is why they strut […]
It’s been a busy week for me, and I’ve been spending a lot of time at the horse barn in a five day riding clinic. Playing with the newly added software Topaz Impressions this past week, I’ve found that having the right image to start with is crucial. […]
Song for John On a windy day let’s go flying There may be no trees to rest on There may be no clouds to ride But we’ll have our wings and the wind will be with us That’s enough for me, that’s enough for me. — Yoko Ono […]
I hear the Goldfinch, and then I try, To imagine the world, from a birds eye. All through the day, up on the wing, Oh, what joy, to hear her sing. On wet summer days, you’ll hear me sigh, Where is my friend, from way on high? They […]