(and one black Gray Squirrel). A few shots of birds feeding in one of our Serviceberry trees this afternoon.
"In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still. When I hear it resounding through the woods, and then the five black pellets of its song dropping like stones into the air, I know I am standing on the edge of the mystery, in which terror is naturally and abundantly part of life, part of even the most becalmed, intelligent, sunny life--as for example, my own. The world where the owl is endlessly hungry and endlessly on the hunt is the world in which I live, too. There is only one world."
Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures
Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Sometimes some things are so common we just don't appreciate how wonderful they really are.
Mid-afternoon yesterday I sat down in a chair outside the Growlery with a good beer, a cheap cigar and my camera. The following birds showed up in the next hour of two. There was also a Crow for a wingbeat, but I did not get a photograph. Earlier, maybe it was yesterday, Lorna took a photo of a pair of Waxwings in the stream. So far I have not been that fortunate, though admittedly she spends a lot more time camera chasing than I do. There are other birds in the yard - House Finches, Great-crested Flycatcher, Phoebes, Least Flycatchers and others - four species of Woodpeckers, for instance, that just don't seem to use the water. And things we hear but seldom see - Barred Owls, a couple of days ago a Black-crowned Night Heron was squawking down by the lake.
The first photo is a little piece of the surrounding habitat. It may look woodsy, but a lot of the plants are not native. Most of the plants were transplanted from my main garden. Some of the hostas, an interest of mine I suppose, are two or three inch mature plants which seem in scale here.
|Chipping Sparrow, adult and immature|
|Chipping Sparrow, immature, one week out of the nest.|
The sun was coming and going all the time so the light settings were a little iffy. When the Catbird showed up the light was perfect. I am posting three photos, because I think they were the best of the day. A great bird. Or at least a very good bird.
Fireflies first showed up last night. Summer Solstice, right on schedule. ;-) - Gunnar
Sunday, June 11, 2017
This is a backyard bird that has been hiding from my camera all Spring - which is a bit irritating because it likely grew up in a nest right outside the Growlery window a couple of years ago. It can be spooky shy, but today it stepped forward, sucked up its courage, stepped out and presented itself to my camera. Thank you, 1410 Catbird. And an in-the-bushes "meow" to you too.
Saturday, June 3, 2017
I tried taking a video of the water like you did of your pool, but it was impossible; so here are a handful of sequence stills.
This began twenty years ago with a small galvanized "cow tank" to which I added a small pump and fountain, mostly for the birds. Over time rocks were stacked and plants were added. Now tank is behind a row of hostas. The back half of the tank is under rocks and some creeping plants; the front of the top is an access to a pump and filter. Eventually I think I can completely conceal the tank.
The pump pushes water up the hill in a concealed hose and accesses the rock garden "spring" under a a fairly large Creeping Yew.
It flows out of a mini grotto, down a shallow stream birdbath ...
and spills over a tiny waterfall ....
... into a sunken pool, over a piece of petrified wood into a lower pool under the rocks that spills down into the tank.