I continue in my attempts at taking pictures of small flying birds, I must say it is a lot of fun. I would have never guessed it was so, to compare it to other activities I would have to say it's much like hunting. After a long wait something comes into range and start aiming then snapping photos. When it comes to small birds the reject ratio is extremely high. Out of 1,000 pictures I will end up with about 10 that are usable and of that 2 are of the detail to display. I'm happy not to be buying film and developing.
The fires nearest here are 98% contained, at this juncture it means they are out and some of the crew stays behind to take care of hot spots. I hope there are no more.
This may be the shortest Blog I've written yet.
The Blue Herons are around the slough most of the time. It's odd when at least one is not within view, they have a loud AWK letting it loose while flying or right before taking off.
There are only 2,000 people on the Island, we all know pretty much everyone. I can't figure out how some people are able to go out in public after their remarks. It's always the same people tossing out the same insults to the same insultees, is this nuts or what? Oh Lord please have this self Quarantine end within the next 6 months to one year.
Their landings should be of little surprise after seeing how the nests are constructed. Some balance precariously on unstable precipices. Some people are tempted to help them by "shoring" up the works. However the best help we can give is to simply leave them alone to their own devices.
During their silent search for a meal they glide effortlessly through the skies.
The waves don't bother them, if the wind does it's not shown however they show up in greater numbers when the wind is down. They are a joy to watch with or without the wind they are always actively on the search for another meal.
As I recall Foghorn Leghorn said it, and I use it all of the time. It must have been written by someone who was watching Doves it goes such; "Any landing you can walk away from is a good landing." If you dought it just watch a Ring Necked Dove land.
While taking pictures this morning an Osprey flew overhead, much too high for me to take a picture of. Immediately after a Red Tailed Hawk flew over letting loose with it's shrill call, most likely looking for his mate. I am confident it was a male judging by it's size, the males are considerably smaller than the females.