The bird hunts for 5 years then his human partner releases him into the wild. It makes me wonder if the Cormorant fishermen do something of the same order. Another research project, I'll start right after I finish reading the pile of books I received for my birthday. I am able to read a book and listen to an Audio book at the same time, it's easy, however I am unable to remember either one of them when I'm finished.
Why is the Crow chasing this Hawk? What did he do to deserve this? If we rely on hearing it from the critters we most likely have a very long wait.
For that reason it is my belief even if the critters were able to speak our language fluently we would not be able to understand them. It would be impossible for us to identify with their perspective because the way they evolved has no bearing on how we did.
A few Canadians remain around here which makes me wonder if the wildfires and the heat wave up North have something to do with it. The largest wildfire in California is on the Eastern slope of the Sierra's near the Nevada border. One thousands acres are on fire as I write this, unfortunately for those Eastward the smoke is being shared with the rest of the country. It's the middle of July and we're already up to our eyebrows in Alligators; it won't get better any time soon.
I am dedicated to capturing as much detail as possible with each subject; to have a photo with good detail and the subject doing something interesting is my goal.
The Cities may have successfully put the Kabash on it. I'm not a stick in the mud, I love fireworks but not in this environment. One bottle Rocket is capable of burning down hundreds of thousands of square Acres, and as Old Zuess would say "We don't need that now do we?"
Many of the birds we have a tendency to take for granted, Scrub Jays are among them. Commonly fingers point at this Corvid as being the backyard bully around the feeders.
The Vultures, Ravens (Crows as well) and Red Tailed Hawks are the major players in this wind. The small birds are out but they stay close to the ground and abandon the slough at noon when the bigger birds are just showing themselves.
This is the closest my Cat has ever come to me, here kitty kitty, no luck. It's the same with the lightning and fireworks, I had it all planned but again the ways of the world were not in a mood to co-operate with my goals. Of course I'm going to do it again tonight, me and Skunk-puppy out in the middle of the night pretending to be doing something constructive. Yeh, we'll see about that, I'm not making any plans other than being set-up for the big event.
All in all it truly was a good day, the garden is dis-heartening but it's not something that makes me angry, just a bit disappointed. It's like we would say after a losing Baseball season; "There is always next year."
Follow the Fork in the Road 