Posts from the ‘Birds’ Category
April’s manic aggressive skies riot helter skelter over a rather timid Willamette Valley. They remind me of a hyperactive child who’s discovered a faucet somewhere in the heavens. Within seconds it’s yanked to full blast, resulting in a violent burst of showers, cascading upon the submissive earth below. Moments later the faucets turned politely off, things return to order, and bird song declares its return.
These have been added to the Spring Fling Photo Gallery.
Alert with accuracy, busy in a world of vibrant colors, the hummers at DeepWood Estate work in a frantic frenzy of nectar filled evenings, browsing through a variety of flowers, diving through towering oaks, chasing robins and stout flickers from their holding grounds. They’re a driving force to be reckoned with.
This is a friend of mine that I ran into. It’s been awhile since we’ve spoken. Sometimes we just pass each other by, and that gets kind of old. Maybe it was the sun, or maybe not, but we actually paused and greeted one another. It was a warm moment, with casual conversation, cafe style conversation. I commented on the house, I thought it was looking rather nice. We spoke about the weather, and about trees and leaves. It was real low key, but still real. Nothing too far out. There were comments about spring, and comments about different types of wood for sitting on. I learned a few new things, or maybe relearned them. That parts still foggy, not a super heavy kind of fog, but more of a light kind of fog, lifting and dissipating. That kind.
It was pretty casual.
While tracking a UFO this evening, we encountered a lone eagle. Eagles are tough to spot, especially due to their smallish size. I think its white head, against a gun metal sky, gave it away. I stepped out of the car and hollered at it. It hollered back. I waved. It waved back. I asked if it was lost. It asked if I was lost. My dad interrupted and said we were all lost.
This is for mom. An early birthday photo. This is Sam. Not Sammy, Sammie, or Samson, or Smith, and definitely not Siri. Sam has an iPhone5. Sam enjoys chasing small animals. Sam enjoys long flights along the beach. Sam is easily annoyed by his cousin, the Golden Eagle. Sam is doubly, triply, quadruply, annoyed by juvenile eagles.