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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Friday, February 12, 2010

In the Cove

Pelicans and cormorants took flight when they caught me 
approaching the cove at Wild Bird Rescue Center.


A cormorant in flight.


I wish the birds, such as the Red-tailed Hawk pictured above,
would fly at me and above me, and not away from me. 
Makes better pictures. Do tell them if you ever have a chance.


The Great Blue Heron in the cove finally caught by my lens. 


Great Blue Heron flying away. 


A cormorant taking off. I'm paying attention to how they land. Maybe I'll learn a few things.


A pelican takes off. I wish I could say they are landing, but that takes more dedication 
from the part of a photographer than I am willing to undertake, i.e. rising 
at four o'clock in the morning to arrive in the cove before sunrise 
and before the birds discover my presence. 


Nearby, the Red-tailed Hawk returned to his tree and watched us. 


Just outside BirdManBob's window, two meadowlarks 
and two white-winged doves sat on a cold wire, roosting for the evening,
and, I'm sure, hoping for him to bring seed to the feeders in the morning. 

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2 comments:

  1. FrancesFebruary 13, 2010 at 10:02 AM

    Great pics! I hope you were bundled up!

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  2. Elizabeth B HawleyFebruary 13, 2010 at 10:14 AM

    It didn't feel too cold down there. No wind and I was wearing my hubby's fly fishing jacket.

    Thanks!

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