Showing posts with label Crows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crows. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Monday, February 16, 2015
Lake Champlain
Lake Champlain is freezing over,
In South Hero
Rugged ice fishermen
Brave subzero temperatures
Crow flying over frozen lake
Monday, October 21, 2013
Crow Morning
Crows generally do not like being captured on film or otherwise.
One morning I captured Pa Crow's image
At the same time, Black Country Communion in the car stereo,
Gearing me up for work.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Swallow Flight Training & Crow Talk
The swallows have been doing a bang up job dessimating many bugs, feeding their babies.
Now the first baby swallows are in flight school.
We watched them sit and a parent comes by and basically knocks them off into flight.
The parents are after the kids all the time to practice flying and learning to feed themselves, these 6 week old baby birds who, in another 12 weeks or so,
will fly to South America
with their next siblings soon to hatch.
And I got to talk with Mom as I sat out back on a nice day. We had a nice conversation as usual.
Then a crow cawed in the distance, a familiar friend.
Mom did not hear it, a thousand miles away.
Then the crow flew and hovered directly over my head,
Caw, Caw...how many I do not remember exactly, I think 5.
Did you hear that? I asked Mom.
Yes, she heard him that time,
our friendly crow friend.
"I didn't understand what he said", Mom said and then added, "I don't speak Crow."
I don't either, of course.
But I never tire of hearing Crow Talk.
Now the first baby swallows are in flight school.
We watched them sit and a parent comes by and basically knocks them off into flight.
The parents are after the kids all the time to practice flying and learning to feed themselves, these 6 week old baby birds who, in another 12 weeks or so,
will fly to South America
with their next siblings soon to hatch.
And I got to talk with Mom as I sat out back on a nice day. We had a nice conversation as usual.
Then a crow cawed in the distance, a familiar friend.
Mom did not hear it, a thousand miles away.
Then the crow flew and hovered directly over my head,
Caw, Caw...how many I do not remember exactly, I think 5.
Did you hear that? I asked Mom.
Yes, she heard him that time,
our friendly crow friend.
"I didn't understand what he said", Mom said and then added, "I don't speak Crow."
I don't either, of course.
But I never tire of hearing Crow Talk.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Sunrise and Crows
The Sunrise this morning was nice with some fog in the valley and still snow left from the big one.
The second photo, below, is an image with 2 of the trees Dad mentioned, the tall spruce, is one he planted
from a sapling he dug up and brought home in his pocket from in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. The other the straightest locust of them all-perfect he called it. I heard the crows overhead and snapped this as I saw them in my peripheral vision.
Tonight I loaded it in the computer, zoomed in and saw no crows. Fred, of course, matter of factly said dryly, "But of course you cannot capture the image of a crow. They won't let you. ".
Spring is in the air. Red Winged Blackbirds are back.
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| spring sunrise, monkton vermont |
from a sapling he dug up and brought home in his pocket from in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. The other the straightest locust of them all-perfect he called it. I heard the crows overhead and snapped this as I saw them in my peripheral vision.
Tonight I loaded it in the computer, zoomed in and saw no crows. Fred, of course, matter of factly said dryly, "But of course you cannot capture the image of a crow. They won't let you. ".
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