Very nice article written for Wikipedia about the Bullock's Oriole. Spotted nearby, the Baltimore Oriole, too. Archer County.
Photographic and poetic meanderings along the countryside or while flying an airplane.
Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E B Hawley.
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, May 13, 2016
Bullock's Orioles and Nest
Very nice article written for Wikipedia about the Bullock's Oriole. Spotted nearby, the Baltimore Oriole, too. Archer County.
Green Heron Nesting
Green herons are quiet, nocturnal (unless feeding their young) creatures of God, preferring to spend time by themselves. They have been seen dropping insects on the surface of the water to attract fish, which they then attempt to catch. Nice article in Wikipedia about them. Archer County.
Ibises
The White-faced Ibis nests in marshes with dense growth. After a drought, this marsh in Archer County flourished with various invertebrates and crayfish, providing a good nesting site.
I love the colors of this image.
Lark Buntings
Cornell Lab of Ornithology mentions that it is the only sparrow that changes its plumage from winter to breeding. Archer County.
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Young Bluebird
Spotted among the brushy plants, juvenile bluebirds (Eastern). In flashes of brilliant blue reflecting under the sun, adult bluebirds flew above us and past us.
The juvenile bluebirds are distinctive in their spotted chest and back, with the one pictured above showing a bit of blue emerging on his tail.
Friday, May 6, 2016
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Dickcissels Everywhere
Prolific along Britton Lane, common as pig tracks, as they used to say. Loud, constant, everywhere, their song skeedles chis chis chis played all around me.
Update: More pictures.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Poppy Mallow
In her book, Wildflowers of Texas, Geyata Ajilbsgi writes that Native Americans cook the root of the poppy mallow (Callirhoe involucrata), as a source for food. In addition, the root, when burned to create smoke, could be inhaled to relieve symptoms of a head cold.
Friday, April 29, 2016
Robin Nesting
Spotting a bundle of grass and cotton in a young Burr oak, I approached quietly to it. A sturdily built nest sat on a crook of one of the upper branches. And what a delight! A Robin lay tucked into the nest.
The nest.
Mom Robin.
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Update: May 1st.
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JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On
Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.
Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.