I shot so many bird photos when I was in Reinfeld for half a year, that I still didn’t finish to upload them all. But I mentioned this already in other posts and I will continue to work on my backlog. In this post I want to show you a photo that I shot at that time. During a hike, I spotted a white wagtail on the path. I could get quite close. The bird didn’t fly away, it walked with a limp so that I assumed something was wrong with one of the legs and the wings. That poor thing, but I generally don’t intervene, because that’s nature, and I can’t change that. You can watch more bird photos on my blog if you like.
I think I found the white wagtail today. I never had a lot of knowledge about birds, I just knew common birds, but I start to learn more about them since I take photos of the birds I find on my way when I go hiking. Today when I saw this small bird in front of me on the footpath, I thought it would be a young great spotted woodpecker, because they have a similar black and white head as well, but at home I researched more and now I think that the bird in my photo is a white wagtail. I have read they are most of the time somewhere on the ground, often near ponds, and that’s where I found this bird, and it’s rather unlikely that you will find a woodpecker on the ground.
Generally, the description from certain bird websites did fit, and the Google…
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Birders are strange, at least in the eyes of non-birders. We have birds on our brains around the clock, straining our ears for their vocalizations from the first waking moment until we drift off to sleep (there could always be an owl hooting in the middle of the night). We are forever alert to winged motion and bird voices, scan the land and sky incessantly, and even interrupt conversations with our interlocutors in order to identify a sight or sound (an irritating behavior our spouses have to tolerate, but we might lose friends over).
Ornithophile sind schräge Vögel, wenigstens in den Augen derer, die nicht auf Vögel achten. Wir sind rund um die Uhr auf Vögel versessen, vom Moment des Aufwachens, wenn wir die Ohren spitzen, um ihren Gesang zu hören, bis zum Einschlafen (da könnte ja eventuell nachts eine Eule rufen). Wir achten ständig auf Flügelschläge und Vogelstimmen und…
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Tuesday 10 December 2019. Costa Rica.
A whole new area to explore, so we were up, bright and early, heading for the breakfast bar and to look at the feeders. It was pretty active, although mainly with Clay-coloured Thrushes and Hoffmann’s Woodpeckers, although a little diligent watching between mouthfuls of scrambled egg got us a Squirrel Cuckoo, albeit a very brief view!
We had some target sites in mind, whilst in this area. We wanted to visit the Carara National Park, a place we hadn’t managed to get to on our last visit, in 2005. The weather had been awful, torrential rain, and the park had a very bad reputation for car crime. It is better nowadays, they have guards on the car parks during opening hours, so we were happy to give it a go. We also wanted to fix up a boat trip for the Tarcoles River, preferably…
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Spending the heart of the winter at a rented condo on the beach, I have observed the ocean lure people of all ages to her shore. There seems to be something magical, magnetic to where frothy waters lap at sandy beaches.
People young and old seek that seemingly sacred spot that wavers with every collapsing wave. Even the shorebirds covet that undulating, elusive line in the sand.
The tiny and swift sanderlings poke and prod the moist sand for nutritious crustaceans on the shore’s surface or just below. They always scurry ahead of the washing water as if they are afraid of getting their feet wet.
The larger willets saunter along probing for the same bounty with their sturdy black bills. They, too, avoid the ebb and flow as if their lives depended on it…
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Nature helps heal, soothe, and restore individuals from pain, stress, and depression. We all need a place to escape, if only temporality, from the pressures and madness of the world.
When my wife and I winter in Florida, we are fortunate to have just such a place. Egans Creek Greenway is the first spot I visit after my wife and I get settled into our rental.
Egans Creek Greenway is an island inside an island. Covering more than 300 acres, the greenway is a city-run park on the north end of the 13-mile long Amelia Island, a barrier island northeast of Jacksonville.
The greenway is not your typical sanctuary, but it’s mine for many reasons. I get needed exercise walking its grassy trails. A variety of wildlife is in abundance. I can practice my…
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