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<center>WILDLIFE JOURNEYS</center>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.comBlogger1275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-24344859312749904512024-03-27T12:54:00.018-07:002024-03-27T14:18:25.974-07:00Chukar Partridge During Sunrise <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHdL4MHPDIX0-4vqpc_qAtAmI2DyGnb10AuUk32qbiguKROVIsdVP8aXpAUt8gCTTP1lBKhS-JKGHWzI2Cg6ttY7-cLIwsQP6GfmaN9ALnkWQmBCvnBJp7L7sC0vk1uoqdxI0AcE5klgZcgXjyAVLmLg9CTLXTq5-FKXq4Pnh2heb4BQ72sTLfJcPRt0/s935/Chukarx044.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHdL4MHPDIX0-4vqpc_qAtAmI2DyGnb10AuUk32qbiguKROVIsdVP8aXpAUt8gCTTP1lBKhS-JKGHWzI2Cg6ttY7-cLIwsQP6GfmaN9ALnkWQmBCvnBJp7L7sC0vk1uoqdxI0AcE5klgZcgXjyAVLmLg9CTLXTq5-FKXq4Pnh2heb4BQ72sTLfJcPRt0/s16000/Chukarx044.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the sun rises it gets warmer and it's time to perch on the rocks and observe the world. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWs91ggbtEEREWhQoEEWCzCGbTjdqDOTJJdOLg-iXVlOczEunjNvUcu4P2KkLgG1sPxB0hEhbtDppmGiwoM5v9hjhJ6_T2kRCKrHQqlxPvwnB2UW0i2hlR4sLMi-33Um_MplKTCIfzuRP5oOWmqhRWviUA_pcDVMuKVBAiopCv-u1H-TorGiyvRrVDk9A/s935/Chukarxx033.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWs91ggbtEEREWhQoEEWCzCGbTjdqDOTJJdOLg-iXVlOczEunjNvUcu4P2KkLgG1sPxB0hEhbtDppmGiwoM5v9hjhJ6_T2kRCKrHQqlxPvwnB2UW0i2hlR4sLMi-33Um_MplKTCIfzuRP5oOWmqhRWviUA_pcDVMuKVBAiopCv-u1H-TorGiyvRrVDk9A/s16000/Chukarxx033.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Would it be better to fly to a more secluded place and feel safer? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-29410279527973331452024-03-26T17:02:00.014-07:002024-03-27T12:57:31.222-07:00Common Tern in Flight<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknH5nzJdA_d53wH0H6YXSKXXOy_mTHzKxY9Cjwq8snXkQb9hWqxvyDdXZHuST9sP4Omg2HymcxYVulfF0z-radpzaYzw7tfEjXpkzqKWBX6Y6MOqBTFJyZzVInWnTKgTh7jRjaQfaxqlVdADwpzz6Mc6f2stibh5sWpkS5pmskcbMGdzme3gDXYT_g_4/s935/Flyingbird01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknH5nzJdA_d53wH0H6YXSKXXOy_mTHzKxY9Cjwq8snXkQb9hWqxvyDdXZHuST9sP4Omg2HymcxYVulfF0z-radpzaYzw7tfEjXpkzqKWBX6Y6MOqBTFJyZzVInWnTKgTh7jRjaQfaxqlVdADwpzz6Mc6f2stibh5sWpkS5pmskcbMGdzme3gDXYT_g_4/s16000/Flyingbird01.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Tern flies with a small catch to a safe place.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-90729758873962009672024-03-24T14:20:00.007-07:002024-03-24T15:04:46.970-07:00Adult Male Northern Harrier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuHNinq8z3X8b1G0Dm7Y_7VFe-0q2dROefCVXYGCgM0n44WXjYdBkUs73rU6LbGi_n25UChVh7ADGb0iQIcTXeHszGoV1-UnSvRxFX8d_aCrrnyyWSBy5Q3hRr_n4yJ8WSltSqMqhj73J-LJ0r7HWfBOmOrXMtz6KxvDZJk5V8LmquyYdz9Wzau0hs_Q/s837/NorthernHarrier04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="837" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuHNinq8z3X8b1G0Dm7Y_7VFe-0q2dROefCVXYGCgM0n44WXjYdBkUs73rU6LbGi_n25UChVh7ADGb0iQIcTXeHszGoV1-UnSvRxFX8d_aCrrnyyWSBy5Q3hRr_n4yJ8WSltSqMqhj73J-LJ0r7HWfBOmOrXMtz6KxvDZJk5V8LmquyYdz9Wzau0hs_Q/s16000/NorthernHarrier04.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Three long years have passed since my first encounter with male Northern Harrier on Antelope Island. This morning heading to the island I met my second male Northern Harrier. </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The predator ended up not far from the road and perched on a metal pole with a wire. The sight of such poles always makes me nervous because birds accidentally get tangled in the wire and get injured.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqz5RBHE6oI0g4ZF5YLLfli7TZkgysLp6K1_xQ98DnF-hRj7Ca3sTL5mSv3tGDVSKl_nbrNWwqORF0yvg6GI6_Sdb-b3gHGWU1oAWa4_zUxv9zu4zOpg2fGIKZLGKFg22jjli31DSXT7vRpQLtQYTycjmxoQWJwebgXczcYPVWQEG_NKEM4-tf8i-4oE/s862/NorthernHarrier05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="862" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqz5RBHE6oI0g4ZF5YLLfli7TZkgysLp6K1_xQ98DnF-hRj7Ca3sTL5mSv3tGDVSKl_nbrNWwqORF0yvg6GI6_Sdb-b3gHGWU1oAWa4_zUxv9zu4zOpg2fGIKZLGKFg22jjli31DSXT7vRpQLtQYTycjmxoQWJwebgXczcYPVWQEG_NKEM4-tf8i-4oE/s16000/NorthernHarrier05.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Due to their distinctive plumage color, male Northern Harriers are sometimes called "Grey Ghosts" among birders.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</span></i><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-72871692282591378852024-03-23T09:26:00.007-07:002024-03-23T09:31:10.162-07:00American White Pelicans on the Bear River MBR<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimS7Pz1RJAWYtpSZfKzgCx2cixn1MxYPiTbH5sKtTBuaxAI2-nZaW5GaKMGp-QkedhSLbeR8cfkUK7oauzSgBv-Z-z5wcQ60rI_BqcKT7fdwFl5od7rEFzy51E50NsQxtsE_NBo_6PbmIOG9tukUU09aoN495rM4pkzKY9vQsWlgKjmbrRtElCtfFBsA4/s935/Pelicansxx0121.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimS7Pz1RJAWYtpSZfKzgCx2cixn1MxYPiTbH5sKtTBuaxAI2-nZaW5GaKMGp-QkedhSLbeR8cfkUK7oauzSgBv-Z-z5wcQ60rI_BqcKT7fdwFl5od7rEFzy51E50NsQxtsE_NBo_6PbmIOG9tukUU09aoN495rM4pkzKY9vQsWlgKjmbrRtElCtfFBsA4/s16000/Pelicansxx0121.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I love watching these large birds that usually gather in one big group in close proximity and they don't care how inconvenient it maybe for others.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">They yawn, preen and doze and feel so comfortable with each other. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGbYjo2OH36cEojyVxUvLNgSSgBAuXUT6c3V0M4LjUlf8SwtKyyLJ1R31LulLUI38V-7M2Sb4Fux2wWS9T0RbF-2uMlz461SZGAq-zr5jiDRcQw5dV2qlqrpWRXSuZMzG4s6UOXjEf2iUuKrez6OeP5Te9BZau6RoPBQNvULXObFhk0dfcyb6GL23quA/s935/Pelican0123..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGbYjo2OH36cEojyVxUvLNgSSgBAuXUT6c3V0M4LjUlf8SwtKyyLJ1R31LulLUI38V-7M2Sb4Fux2wWS9T0RbF-2uMlz461SZGAq-zr5jiDRcQw5dV2qlqrpWRXSuZMzG4s6UOXjEf2iUuKrez6OeP5Te9BZau6RoPBQNvULXObFhk0dfcyb6GL23quA/s16000/Pelican0123..jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Then the time comes and the leader leaves the group. It's a kind of signal to others; let's start fishing but let's do it in a different place. </span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYM387qPbxxTaObzV_W8mr30KzcnR-mqcB_nkkIfH5tpKLWeEGXLPkxxmGgvGhi_oEGzCNU7vFLWrJmvy2DOHIFhHQiF4etu4O7f7nUcpLMG8lOAXwBep6_S4ofPdbS2SsKQPkqCwH1Khqo3lMgkVLCVjzH4WAB5iU6C5SZOXhZWbcNNx6Gj26u0Fvcq0/s935/Pelicans0122.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYM387qPbxxTaObzV_W8mr30KzcnR-mqcB_nkkIfH5tpKLWeEGXLPkxxmGgvGhi_oEGzCNU7vFLWrJmvy2DOHIFhHQiF4etu4O7f7nUcpLMG8lOAXwBep6_S4ofPdbS2SsKQPkqCwH1Khqo3lMgkVLCVjzH4WAB5iU6C5SZOXhZWbcNNx6Gj26u0Fvcq0/s16000/Pelicans0122.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It takes time to decide either to follow the leader or not, but eventually the birds will follow their leader one by one.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDuNtuFyorayIWdCcSRpQRWtpWfyNCgZvpVS9gVrLgcMhr1gWuz6zwJnV4cYTm34I5uyOc0aZgL7BstGmOdMZOXur_ayzELYW1L3PdjgfjF1KMAzKSlXfda6a9w-J-YvpLCzelwnDqChwqq9bJ3Smu_BMlQ4K_wDJZkMO_MtpQKxoaD82wOV6Fvod_8-o/s935/Twopelicans0153.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDuNtuFyorayIWdCcSRpQRWtpWfyNCgZvpVS9gVrLgcMhr1gWuz6zwJnV4cYTm34I5uyOc0aZgL7BstGmOdMZOXur_ayzELYW1L3PdjgfjF1KMAzKSlXfda6a9w-J-YvpLCzelwnDqChwqq9bJ3Smu_BMlQ4K_wDJZkMO_MtpQKxoaD82wOV6Fvod_8-o/s16000/Twopelicans0153.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">or sometimes together like these two.</span></div><p><i style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</i></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><br /></p>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-70598747238146615282024-03-21T08:31:00.010-07:002024-03-21T08:41:26.015-07:00Dawn on the Bear River MBR <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_nhi7lgDoZiMbjirMUvPMA11veSd25OWlexD9zfgdpmuM1GuRkJww9Rj8bWSIFhORb-OVQGYQfdHZL21MYgOVD3ENu9jw9RwZrj48Yy_sdEL8AaMVNIQ0hOyE15mcXOYTSiJIYBGVSvzy5b9GozWLyoDyf7ReOCb5XnPIn1Y01h30s0S7ldUZnLzYXTU/s935/BearRiversunrisexx05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_nhi7lgDoZiMbjirMUvPMA11veSd25OWlexD9zfgdpmuM1GuRkJww9Rj8bWSIFhORb-OVQGYQfdHZL21MYgOVD3ENu9jw9RwZrj48Yy_sdEL8AaMVNIQ0hOyE15mcXOYTSiJIYBGVSvzy5b9GozWLyoDyf7ReOCb5XnPIn1Y01h30s0S7ldUZnLzYXTU/s16000/BearRiversunrisexx05.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yesterday while on the Bear River MBR, I spotted a Cormorant on a broken dead tree but he didn't stay long there and left me with one photo that wasn't really what I had imagined. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> was about to leave, but the sun slowly rose over the mountains, light was heavenly beautiful and the whole world was transformed into a magic.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good. </i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-22923571711965933362024-03-20T12:32:00.008-07:002024-03-20T13:03:30.992-07:00Double-crested Cormorant Before Sunrise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hREdLO0TiTr_dWXB2PWBABQl-32h4YILbWSK0aQLPMy3jM9aWtsI6GymEORN_bJcqkmHPeZtAdc0V7mbpRqUctGgXTmHFeUDP5s1X2zNisTbwjHP6TXbzC9CAJl02qK_-GcKXgy4JkAQfqY0girBL-rjjWFfkG27WRWVu9w__MIgKl-OUir9Zw26fUc/s935/SilhouetteCormorant01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hREdLO0TiTr_dWXB2PWBABQl-32h4YILbWSK0aQLPMy3jM9aWtsI6GymEORN_bJcqkmHPeZtAdc0V7mbpRqUctGgXTmHFeUDP5s1X2zNisTbwjHP6TXbzC9CAJl02qK_-GcKXgy4JkAQfqY0girBL-rjjWFfkG27WRWVu9w__MIgKl-OUir9Zw26fUc/s16000/SilhouetteCormorant01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cormorants have arrived on the Bear River MBR and it's great to see them again.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-84577684408239729422024-03-18T18:46:00.003-07:002024-03-18T19:02:58.654-07:00Notes to Self. Catching Up with Time<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAmlcW4cPPSwvrlkVqDAONljh9U0Yz9KTEvnX0oWstvvgN_HKQBbEDihADBVcsew3tV3gOBk8iPey1MDl4x6pjx5LSlXuqbcUXzSm4PMao0Ij3x68CVviCfhBNHqwXS1_ia2ULhRsmuQ95RvIVwiByvNzHp5ncsYiWgwN2xer3YkL2qu3IISpNA8Lwdo/s935/Countrywinterhorsebarn01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAmlcW4cPPSwvrlkVqDAONljh9U0Yz9KTEvnX0oWstvvgN_HKQBbEDihADBVcsew3tV3gOBk8iPey1MDl4x6pjx5LSlXuqbcUXzSm4PMao0Ij3x68CVviCfhBNHqwXS1_ia2ULhRsmuQ95RvIVwiByvNzHp5ncsYiWgwN2xer3YkL2qu3IISpNA8Lwdo/s16000/Countrywinterhorsebarn01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> Bing and subsequent editing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The other day the expression “keep up with the times” came to my mind and I wondered if this is possible. Time has become so dynamic, there are so many new trends and technologies that you simply cannot keep up with them.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm running, chasing time, trying not to stress, but I'm not doing so well. Time is very fast and it’s no secret to anyone.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It’s probably impossible to keep up with time, but like that stubborn goat I’m trying, although I understand that I’m just treading water.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The saddest thing is that much of what is faithful and loved disappears. My reliable and faithfully serving Nikon D750 camera has ended its existence, it was discontinued. This is the fate of all DSRL cameras and lenses for them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">DSRL cameras have replaced mirrorless cameras, which are the future. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once upon a time something similar happened with cameras that used film.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now film photography is back. Isn't it strange? Old film cameras created a unique and amazing mood, an atmosphere that no digital camera, be it DSRL or mirrorless, simply could do.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wonder how people reacted to the fact that film photography gave way to digital photography? Did they breathe a sigh of relief because they could click the shutter as much as they wanted without worrying about the cost of the film? Or were they upset?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Well, on this note I will end and again trudge after time...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="text-align: start;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-16671567964154964372024-03-18T08:18:00.005-07:002024-03-18T08:27:43.026-07:00Brown Creeper in the Beau Park<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjved85aJbM4BxS-PUffnoViKuVcvkyT3hIUzxAK8N6y-WDF9CD2tGAMEyYSCp5HIOd6iVloNSdYliXbNbuD5p8sbW8OD4uPJhxT_gSZNUjHOshzqYhJBFaf-bGXkmtsnqaRavQxys7wNQCcOOQlAjcO6pfjkhZxJjc5WNGu6NgX-hNzWvYfoK7XyL7vo0/s700/Unknownx044.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="567" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjved85aJbM4BxS-PUffnoViKuVcvkyT3hIUzxAK8N6y-WDF9CD2tGAMEyYSCp5HIOd6iVloNSdYliXbNbuD5p8sbW8OD4uPJhxT_gSZNUjHOshzqYhJBFaf-bGXkmtsnqaRavQxys7wNQCcOOQlAjcO6pfjkhZxJjc5WNGu6NgX-hNzWvYfoK7XyL7vo0/s16000/Unknownx044.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yesterday in our local park I encountered a delicate small bird with a long tail that I have never met before. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Later I will learn that I have met a Brown Creeper and another interesting thing: in Europe there are identical birds Eurasian Treecreepers.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Brown Creeper above was looking for small insects in a tree and moved so quickly, in short jerky movements. It lasted for several seconds until the Creeper disappeared. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-88844991607860559912024-03-17T13:53:00.010-07:002024-03-17T15:28:34.274-07:00 Dawn on the Bear River MBR - I.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjenA0Bvyg5n95hDyiNsurFilB4Cxyb5xI_jZBgJATcD42C_WOxgn6ts_XnUzFEgHo2JQ9vYIFehqhSo_gHfw0ZIte4kxw3QF2eCGJhHHIW8wnSUcNZ444pzmk1abpju4NR9oJ2MpjRcqtMu17yub1JFN-67QsbZ00XOu_EY4wO9sLQQvcsGFHgKYA0bU/s935/skypelican0111.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjenA0Bvyg5n95hDyiNsurFilB4Cxyb5xI_jZBgJATcD42C_WOxgn6ts_XnUzFEgHo2JQ9vYIFehqhSo_gHfw0ZIte4kxw3QF2eCGJhHHIW8wnSUcNZ444pzmk1abpju4NR9oJ2MpjRcqtMu17yub1JFN-67QsbZ00XOu_EY4wO9sLQQvcsGFHgKYA0bU/s16000/skypelican0111.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">March is the first month when the Bear River MBR welcomes returning birds including American Pelicans. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-80632320045114740362024-03-16T17:51:00.004-07:002024-03-16T18:06:11.049-07:00A Female American Avocet with Her Chick<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNKwoVJhSl7LtZZFkaEAzfkGAgQEahlKqHtTzTwFQ_YBq5_f8VBL_Nxg18b_zqOio2_rVoDyxTiRhRMPpIb61LIpd31WhaFMVY7D8rrwALBwesEpdXT1bP86u8XNZIoJTcnGuQCbtVn7xexvOt9qNgMHWnO64gxWtVLM9LRBfAq3YqIXoVhK72CPSR6c/s935/Avocetbabyxx061.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKNKwoVJhSl7LtZZFkaEAzfkGAgQEahlKqHtTzTwFQ_YBq5_f8VBL_Nxg18b_zqOio2_rVoDyxTiRhRMPpIb61LIpd31WhaFMVY7D8rrwALBwesEpdXT1bP86u8XNZIoJTcnGuQCbtVn7xexvOt9qNgMHWnO64gxWtVLM9LRBfAq3YqIXoVhK72CPSR6c/s16000/Avocetbabyxx061.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">While recently looking through my archives, I came across one of the photos I have never posted before and decided to give it a chance to be here. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a windy and rainy morning on the Bear River MBR when I encountered a female Avocet trying to keep her chicks dry and warm under her feathers. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the rain stopped briefly, the chicks left their mother to explore the place but it didn't last long. With mama is always safe and warm. </span></p><p><i style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</i></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-21195511066467909562024-03-14T13:38:00.010-07:002024-03-14T13:44:10.464-07:00Greater Yellowlegs at the Bear River MBR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4pIbCfS2PjanzigcwPjEw_MwHoArNjmtEBvhlcqSlHhh4X2nsHY5AWj2XLAZAF2MsP2I5gHOfQY3zPtsD7PZi6LYhU1hq8xeynYzvSEztmFmX4Rfpx_u2D-chQsGc2FtY_2xZLRiPt-18bYbvA4YX2lQADwwet9lFaxkT31IQ6yDniC95u58u9zI-=s935" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4pIbCfS2PjanzigcwPjEw_MwHoArNjmtEBvhlcqSlHhh4X2nsHY5AWj2XLAZAF2MsP2I5gHOfQY3zPtsD7PZi6LYhU1hq8xeynYzvSEztmFmX4Rfpx_u2D-chQsGc2FtY_2xZLRiPt-18bYbvA4YX2lQADwwet9lFaxkT31IQ6yDniC95u58u9zI-=s16000" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Greater Yellowlegs is captivating wading bird, often called the</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "marsh piper" because it has a habit of wading in deeper water than sandpipers.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">These birds, with flashy yellow legs, sometimes chase small fish while foraging. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the photo above the first bird caught something, perhaps a</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> small crustacean.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-55851478054771012942024-03-12T09:35:00.013-07:002024-03-13T12:48:12.282-07:00Notes to Self. A Rock Wren<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOePVeR7wVe8D3MqsPqdrvBNGEm0hrqmWMCT3Ed6jilZ9vtptGq8ltXziqb6BKQriCdnBNs-gXIpCz625rTBbipmZFeLH-3ezK22slXFOH03XElHGU5IJJ03YBwrBYrr6jlsYyvvyn23oinsSBdVAJewNGatwciVwlDYD6QFAiCSQ235aB_sVlm9-YaFw/s935/Pipit01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOePVeR7wVe8D3MqsPqdrvBNGEm0hrqmWMCT3Ed6jilZ9vtptGq8ltXziqb6BKQriCdnBNs-gXIpCz625rTBbipmZFeLH-3ezK22slXFOH03XElHGU5IJJ03YBwrBYrr6jlsYyvvyn23oinsSBdVAJewNGatwciVwlDYD6QFAiCSQ235aB_sVlm9-YaFw/s16000/Pipit01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The winter this year has been strange. Snow and rain turned the dirt roads into sticky clods of mud and I didn't have much access to the Bear River MBR and spent mostly my time on Antelope Island where the roads are in good condition.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">While hiking on the island I came across a short winding trail between high cliffs and was surprised to see a few birds I have never seen before. Later I will learn they were Rock Wrens. Thank you to my friends who helped to identify this interesting bird.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ulW2LLVOz6ggxgwdVhFUr_ARNZ_l5vkC9dmrHtqdxDXx4FaFN625nKW1i9hJMqV6WaYsbbH9jO5l-Njy3VnydS-w_zRVkxlFnOAdDXd0w41OLhIkMo4KzQOzOo9TvnvCMaNkrBHSCpiYMJou3p0dEn5gMpt-x9wsC576vsiuMul98NC8-KjQz2DuG6w/s935/AmericanPipitrocksxx011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ulW2LLVOz6ggxgwdVhFUr_ARNZ_l5vkC9dmrHtqdxDXx4FaFN625nKW1i9hJMqV6WaYsbbH9jO5l-Njy3VnydS-w_zRVkxlFnOAdDXd0w41OLhIkMo4KzQOzOo9TvnvCMaNkrBHSCpiYMJou3p0dEn5gMpt-x9wsC576vsiuMul98NC8-KjQz2DuG6w/s16000/AmericanPipitrocksxx011.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Rock Wren is a very active bird. It does not stay in one place for a long, so it was not easy to photograph it. I had to wait for the wren to linger on the rock, for a couple of seconds.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggk0DvSlhfZp5qwav3SdbIl1h9x7iVNH4EO3T_csxzA4bAiyViB95ItetRvqa4ilKYLqAYB-fSYRVLm3JGN-OuBdUNsjUg3_JmVYEDOPSGXH1C6Uh5-3jMKt59Qhb1Ol1A6bGrWl48ASzgi4rTN_ilmMdEQLHL0rZdapWFapdP3mTWJGuGNIoH-V0tJDA/s935/Americanpipitrocksx099.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggk0DvSlhfZp5qwav3SdbIl1h9x7iVNH4EO3T_csxzA4bAiyViB95ItetRvqa4ilKYLqAYB-fSYRVLm3JGN-OuBdUNsjUg3_JmVYEDOPSGXH1C6Uh5-3jMKt59Qhb1Ol1A6bGrWl48ASzgi4rTN_ilmMdEQLHL0rZdapWFapdP3mTWJGuGNIoH-V0tJDA/s16000/Americanpipitrocksx099.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></p>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-56756463261563584272024-03-10T09:12:00.003-07:002024-03-13T17:45:48.930-07:00Snowy Egret is Looking for Early Breakfast<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvL7ftw6Pjkh6wuE71ya0K7MYxktjpNDca5CrtTrt9BcBCLJBYvJjcEcwOAEjeNoZI9IuhIdQq7_sMXA4adz72CByfa1nD1BOmsmvVatLgVc1NpPR7AjFiSyHpUef4ovYIRzvKf7eDyVEPgb6f--cx83Apqvz-9lvQ_siX6dyrJ7kztEo2sKT3JDH__40/s935/SnowyEgretmarshxx061.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvL7ftw6Pjkh6wuE71ya0K7MYxktjpNDca5CrtTrt9BcBCLJBYvJjcEcwOAEjeNoZI9IuhIdQq7_sMXA4adz72CByfa1nD1BOmsmvVatLgVc1NpPR7AjFiSyHpUef4ovYIRzvKf7eDyVEPgb6f--cx83Apqvz-9lvQ_siX6dyrJ7kztEo2sKT3JDH__40/s16000/SnowyEgretmarshxx061.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div><br /><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I took these photos at the end of September at the Bear River MBR. It was a peaceful and warm morning. The small flock of Snowy Egrets were wandering the swamp, looking for early breakfast.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">One of Egrets from the flock was closer than the others and I decided to focused mainly on this bird and its behavior.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs0tJ72BVJFgpxRfzaFBJLP_lW-C3Wvz1fl1MaVAhG6Bvolz15qOFf0m3MtRgdeNC0CrYVuQRS-wOw67DsJagkgE81xjcDHYShSlyUTs_GSrav0w4sd5sUI3shVhqEjLqmCFJ8K6HzjzsRmGAvgURvil_187ShVJWQrzgAs5ooM4xsTRXuSRKOv6q0QI/s935/SnowyEgretMarshxx066.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs0tJ72BVJFgpxRfzaFBJLP_lW-C3Wvz1fl1MaVAhG6Bvolz15qOFf0m3MtRgdeNC0CrYVuQRS-wOw67DsJagkgE81xjcDHYShSlyUTs_GSrav0w4sd5sUI3shVhqEjLqmCFJ8K6HzjzsRmGAvgURvil_187ShVJWQrzgAs5ooM4xsTRXuSRKOv6q0QI/s16000/SnowyEgretMarshxx066.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdG2q_Ro-1GakZcndCGhQuLVP4L9eksS3AVIlaK_Nf1BQuebJZ_JNq78udyeZ90PrNb8WvXIke_44LN25i1zUhj6z33JWQIMDSloXZ0IeTc1apeCA-K9kGCDovcMMcd9mAFFS8NFfJ1_cTfT4XCx57YIKLr3oM6XegGwpvlgAPLueOrYOygUQFsanIuE/s935/SnowyEgretinMarsh0457.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdG2q_Ro-1GakZcndCGhQuLVP4L9eksS3AVIlaK_Nf1BQuebJZ_JNq78udyeZ90PrNb8WvXIke_44LN25i1zUhj6z33JWQIMDSloXZ0IeTc1apeCA-K9kGCDovcMMcd9mAFFS8NFfJ1_cTfT4XCx57YIKLr3oM6XegGwpvlgAPLueOrYOygUQFsanIuE/s16000/SnowyEgretinMarsh0457.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-65842214774877134572024-03-08T09:57:00.011-07:002024-03-08T10:29:08.517-07:00Excellent Diver<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ez6BUKGbvPv2AadGOIgv0bmWK__ImHRhaniZee5b0TOUlTxvuE3B3iN0pFOxA2CGFY2WvShswvQhs4RMDsC63pcKul9TYCDb0aKtcfQLYAdRW--wdgE648CIxKCgJKJqe2KvObCUFj5P6cJmJu6hFTKyNo0B_wugfFQc5xtoiejSoZ8SQ1GIPKJl/s935/CormorantFlightMarch03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ez6BUKGbvPv2AadGOIgv0bmWK__ImHRhaniZee5b0TOUlTxvuE3B3iN0pFOxA2CGFY2WvShswvQhs4RMDsC63pcKul9TYCDb0aKtcfQLYAdRW--wdgE648CIxKCgJKJqe2KvObCUFj5P6cJmJu6hFTKyNo0B_wugfFQc5xtoiejSoZ8SQ1GIPKJl/s16000/CormorantFlightMarch03.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Double-crested Cormorants are excellent deep divers and</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> can plunge as deep as 45 meters and stay in the water for a long time. When Cormorants emerged from the water, they immediately spread their wings to dry them. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-40059967926374453782024-03-07T13:11:00.005-07:002024-03-07T13:11:56.767-07:00Western Grebes During Courtship<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYcodAwjpySVX0Wite_TkmmYZ9GXBvJlYJB0q_2uRiOASzm1MeBm2taf7PfkeEWTUXn-6c1Pq-bhXYiZ2wPkqakUZ7HilzTtD9zSc9h-Pcp63z_xxlUtUG8ScEu7JkFibyfnbplwMrbQXjERmiwt2SXpbmnJjt9sswp3jA1QjIxVkgwEeW9h-WX7F0/s935/GrebespairBR01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYcodAwjpySVX0Wite_TkmmYZ9GXBvJlYJB0q_2uRiOASzm1MeBm2taf7PfkeEWTUXn-6c1Pq-bhXYiZ2wPkqakUZ7HilzTtD9zSc9h-Pcp63z_xxlUtUG8ScEu7JkFibyfnbplwMrbQXjERmiwt2SXpbmnJjt9sswp3jA1QjIxVkgwEeW9h-WX7F0/s16000/GrebespairBR01.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); color: #111111; font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); color: #111111; font-family: verdana;">I photographed this couple last May just before they began their mating dance.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Western Grebes are known for their ballet-like courtship display. </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); color: #111111; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Male and female grebes run across the water in unison, their long necks curved in an elegant S-shape. It’s a mesmerizing sight!</span></span></div><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); color: #111111; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); color: #111111; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I read that Grebes also perform dancing with weeds when they hold bits of weed in their bills and "dance" on the water. Unfortunately, I have never seen this dance.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #111111; font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good. </i> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-42339036879930982002024-03-05T08:02:00.005-07:002024-03-05T08:23:14.548-07:00Female Foster's Tern is Begging for Food<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIwNP2eDhzUzVtC6F-Yb_ZKQBFUI_OopmD8dkkvDHikRpyGHpiO76aTgITiaBQu9ZjKFpdbS9qi4bftKmZbYSl9vZQ38B3MfR9lq9FUTV91IzgJA9VOlwVtHihKfRwNw9Fk76oEY0VH-6119Hmr4dGPwEFrgR7bvy_1EzrH9IHHN8QuiViX8j8XZNF/s935/FemaleForsterstern01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIwNP2eDhzUzVtC6F-Yb_ZKQBFUI_OopmD8dkkvDHikRpyGHpiO76aTgITiaBQu9ZjKFpdbS9qi4bftKmZbYSl9vZQ38B3MfR9lq9FUTV91IzgJA9VOlwVtHihKfRwNw9Fk76oEY0VH-6119Hmr4dGPwEFrgR7bvy_1EzrH9IHHN8QuiViX8j8XZNF/s16000/FemaleForsterstern01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The female was persistently begging for food from her mate but all her efforts were in vain. Her mate never showed up.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFT1KaMmUy5MIoaNp1qCPMe-2El13h17Llm8QPRuz9OXBtNw2LS8_7mFv7V6gCGcrqJkPPM1TRhoFTYSB8AvwtI1XqPv1DS0KeSoUB9a9B682QXB_yOYwN2DcfaP78xUA944fSFdIKPasHoXH3Pd4aMtjVOdA9fwLZiy4hJX5OOnaUYw4O4Tk2j1LN/s935/FemaleForsterstern02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFT1KaMmUy5MIoaNp1qCPMe-2El13h17Llm8QPRuz9OXBtNw2LS8_7mFv7V6gCGcrqJkPPM1TRhoFTYSB8AvwtI1XqPv1DS0KeSoUB9a9B682QXB_yOYwN2DcfaP78xUA944fSFdIKPasHoXH3Pd4aMtjVOdA9fwLZiy4hJX5OOnaUYw4O4Tk2j1LN/s16000/FemaleForsterstern02.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-51359191799804349772024-03-04T08:48:00.003-07:002024-03-04T08:49:20.046-07:00They are Fun to Watch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJf97mzGJfzLTHbAiMK18dHmbPJrRGPFpS4mgKA-84mUgDiH_hEmzpWHomgGqfyZFnWhVoNqRcrOBgYpbhdUMiYAX87wj3c5lLj5cwnky_VD45eBvThzRxlcHibMtEwv0d7yoFvZzcMvuoVOH9MghD2fVYt5s86W6hVnQOeSN6Qvo23XW86Et8HtST-40/s935/RingbilledGullscreaming01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJf97mzGJfzLTHbAiMK18dHmbPJrRGPFpS4mgKA-84mUgDiH_hEmzpWHomgGqfyZFnWhVoNqRcrOBgYpbhdUMiYAX87wj3c5lLj5cwnky_VD45eBvThzRxlcHibMtEwv0d7yoFvZzcMvuoVOH9MghD2fVYt5s86W6hVnQOeSN6Qvo23XW86Et8HtST-40/s16000/RingbilledGullscreaming01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">To watch how Ring-billed Gulls behave and interact with each is delight. They yawn when they are bored, showing their red mouth. When Gulls get angry with each other, they express their displeasure very loudly.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjndk7swOnHrEj2dm4ANWKcOyMGtveJHY8YaC09UPXRlFKay5mBG7ALJBn1nyxzEAHkRteNJUKVjwAsyEbq7NMx86WFB0aIYn_5v_LEnR8xatKKItf4xdkxoX-mGGtjG8NK7bJOjvYARJqd-HmHYE08lM4xv_Yp2d5mEW9m39cKiOfdRW3TwtK6w3R6Q1c/s935/TwoGullsxx0678.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjndk7swOnHrEj2dm4ANWKcOyMGtveJHY8YaC09UPXRlFKay5mBG7ALJBn1nyxzEAHkRteNJUKVjwAsyEbq7NMx86WFB0aIYn_5v_LEnR8xatKKItf4xdkxoX-mGGtjG8NK7bJOjvYARJqd-HmHYE08lM4xv_Yp2d5mEW9m39cKiOfdRW3TwtK6w3R6Q1c/s16000/TwoGullsxx0678.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ring-billed don't care where they land and how others would react to their landing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFQ9YINVSKV9NbaBf7CLvflgCin_XGvJoNGo7ZJ9Nb2XNZdzNCXXBvL1xhH0qRx4cqSvnyCn0pwWSC0EcNb4FTEeTx9onNvRryuJRFzxIf4nvEwBiNfaW2WNFTPdfPUYfq1RMUKf3TNlBYIYcc2blnkjeeO-PhVKOmHRwxOLwYWn3vSuU8wL2RFJ350w/s935/Landinggull0678.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFQ9YINVSKV9NbaBf7CLvflgCin_XGvJoNGo7ZJ9Nb2XNZdzNCXXBvL1xhH0qRx4cqSvnyCn0pwWSC0EcNb4FTEeTx9onNvRryuJRFzxIf4nvEwBiNfaW2WNFTPdfPUYfq1RMUKf3TNlBYIYcc2blnkjeeO-PhVKOmHRwxOLwYWn3vSuU8wL2RFJ350w/s16000/Landinggull0678.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">and, of course, these birds are very graceful in flight and landing.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-89860330634121595582024-03-02T11:09:00.010-07:002024-03-03T10:46:45.394-07:00Black-crowned Heron is Hunting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipl5o-kbKoBA1dB79hFt2dowYdpkg2uCGS013Xah0BIb97mRXT5bFcMRbeMk-bysnJQ9-y32FmViMh_NYWsedBna5b-SPuJcXi8c1yEooFQfTuDdgbHA26fpKNVyAfdL6rNlhQTKcAOliVM6iGh6YCp8iUvJp-tZUW2aYn-ED5LA1FcIzlLC73QqHAdeM/s935/NightHeron02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipl5o-kbKoBA1dB79hFt2dowYdpkg2uCGS013Xah0BIb97mRXT5bFcMRbeMk-bysnJQ9-y32FmViMh_NYWsedBna5b-SPuJcXi8c1yEooFQfTuDdgbHA26fpKNVyAfdL6rNlhQTKcAOliVM6iGh6YCp8iUvJp-tZUW2aYn-ED5LA1FcIzlLC73QqHAdeM/s16000/NightHeron02.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 15.4px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 15.4px;">It was my lucky summer morning when at dawn I came across five Black-crowned Night Herons fishing in a very unusual open area. After spending almost two hours with herons, I learned a thing or two about their behavior and how patient they are when hunting. </span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-KVHH9uZyOuDl7iAjNrCAcdYVqRBhhJHRlmHy77Kko9eYla0QWNdCY2glLsF0H0gBXvo_92yrgfcOUFIG7wOqPicsw8iOqdR7e5BSlP6qh68UVvpfarbz49loEJF9mHbAxoL0k3azmcuA-2CyA6tV59Aq4ByC2uiQsnh8uV6tWe3SXnhIg_jr7aZV4A/s935/NightHeronwalking01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-KVHH9uZyOuDl7iAjNrCAcdYVqRBhhJHRlmHy77Kko9eYla0QWNdCY2glLsF0H0gBXvo_92yrgfcOUFIG7wOqPicsw8iOqdR7e5BSlP6qh68UVvpfarbz49loEJF9mHbAxoL0k3azmcuA-2CyA6tV59Aq4ByC2uiQsnh8uV6tWe3SXnhIg_jr7aZV4A/s16000/NightHeronwalking01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-61966817778450808492024-03-01T09:17:00.001-07:002024-03-01T09:44:23.422-07:00Flying Snowy Egrets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIXTypnlZOWQPdlN1CZQc-zX3FrkCr2w6yrdM9lw1QdEKXJcC-N9ZBjKJODI_qEAIpNm9eV4bllagLxwYV89aFn8MVsZd3gcL18fxDPvA8Gfr-ls7yFTtz61hcCjfVh9TsoaEpvUvGPfmqm5as_0rDOPn13vjQ6JYDRQvh7kdwxgHlQ7vGv_28dGrtOc/s935/FlyingSnowyEgretx087.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIXTypnlZOWQPdlN1CZQc-zX3FrkCr2w6yrdM9lw1QdEKXJcC-N9ZBjKJODI_qEAIpNm9eV4bllagLxwYV89aFn8MVsZd3gcL18fxDPvA8Gfr-ls7yFTtz61hcCjfVh9TsoaEpvUvGPfmqm5as_0rDOPn13vjQ6JYDRQvh7kdwxgHlQ7vGv_28dGrtOc/s16000/FlyingSnowyEgretx087.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I look forward to spring and when the Snowy Egrets will grace the Bear River MBR with their presence. Meanwhile, the American Avocets have already arrived!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0nAY5ZdtpvInetYLH3zuLT7D4ZBsUp5WyEhYFg54fDDkbX_-AktmMMB2MJnQ016jB1M9W6JSYWvmanAdIGU_p7RkhYGYM_T2ocRuJv6HAiWDDi6Z99Wl2UdPpZam7trl-kS7ShyphenhyphenCMbaIsVqaOkrHJ4lfan2XVwaP5cc_sRag2PgTUvURhZYRJyIzOAg/s935/FlyingSnowyEgret085.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0nAY5ZdtpvInetYLH3zuLT7D4ZBsUp5WyEhYFg54fDDkbX_-AktmMMB2MJnQ016jB1M9W6JSYWvmanAdIGU_p7RkhYGYM_T2ocRuJv6HAiWDDi6Z99Wl2UdPpZam7trl-kS7ShyphenhyphenCMbaIsVqaOkrHJ4lfan2XVwaP5cc_sRag2PgTUvURhZYRJyIzOAg/s16000/FlyingSnowyEgret085.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-24937884670468759912024-02-28T11:14:00.002-07:002024-02-28T11:16:31.815-07:00Crossing the Road With Parents<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZDLj_xd3A0L-NSIuo3XBKCB5I30IdEMXcKCMKNTJBMkRSzFIvJlLqe6LoAZukRjZrhUnKhgduqe0wvLsE8GdpPBAT4ydNUkbZ7sKuehqP5JWB4HjCweHaAgp_mBFPDvNOFHhPT24gM2S_rzXMEGH6erqWPqe-Eo2XhgpgawyHv-wvD5e8O1VN8Rsq7E/s935/Bisoncrossingroad01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZDLj_xd3A0L-NSIuo3XBKCB5I30IdEMXcKCMKNTJBMkRSzFIvJlLqe6LoAZukRjZrhUnKhgduqe0wvLsE8GdpPBAT4ydNUkbZ7sKuehqP5JWB4HjCweHaAgp_mBFPDvNOFHhPT24gM2S_rzXMEGH6erqWPqe-Eo2XhgpgawyHv-wvD5e8O1VN8Rsq7E/s16000/Bisoncrossingroad01.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I find this procession funny. The young bison is crossing the road with his parents. Everything should be as it should be, the young should be safe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">By the way, I had to wait in the car for this family to cross the road. It seemed that the bison were only concerned with how to get on the other side of the road, but the head of the procession sometimes looked in my direction in an unfriendly manner.<br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZeTpgcaOJwrUIHwMmMvqREevO69ZAS5V4gNUmWtBMHRq6NvmGlQxBzqjFxbu6l-OLnL03sZ99CJXURgjjOi9yJwRLb2ZvyyjhqEnpOxj_K7HBO7SshSQ8IwP6XXqALtsKV1eUYqSQg16duey0LiBH8o-eOjtUHMy5TdFtaloIfekuuq-aKt-8vRyqxk/s935/Bisontwo01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIZeTpgcaOJwrUIHwMmMvqREevO69ZAS5V4gNUmWtBMHRq6NvmGlQxBzqjFxbu6l-OLnL03sZ99CJXURgjjOi9yJwRLb2ZvyyjhqEnpOxj_K7HBO7SshSQ8IwP6XXqALtsKV1eUYqSQg16duey0LiBH8o-eOjtUHMy5TdFtaloIfekuuq-aKt-8vRyqxk/s16000/Bisontwo01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good!</i></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-37084145153298345262024-02-26T18:09:00.010-07:002024-02-26T18:18:27.083-07:00 Second Encounter with an European Starling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqxM0eTtNoiH_sxNV-O6VR9PSXGuCbt_g8VUbe0-phqH83EdOaJMSFeMcesJw-IeMfjxHGhHzZN3HSMuhUa7nSKHzT4NyxiLFUlShPw0MGOopFFhyjViC9bm7CZUZmhLWM7LLY9FBqoZrbd4d1sfWvVDTKLJE6IJYWA_olP6uewn2SXTqRGbFpV2bSvM/s935/Europeanstarling0222.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTqxM0eTtNoiH_sxNV-O6VR9PSXGuCbt_g8VUbe0-phqH83EdOaJMSFeMcesJw-IeMfjxHGhHzZN3HSMuhUa7nSKHzT4NyxiLFUlShPw0MGOopFFhyjViC9bm7CZUZmhLWM7LLY9FBqoZrbd4d1sfWvVDTKLJE6IJYWA_olP6uewn2SXTqRGbFpV2bSvM/s16000/Europeanstarling0222.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I first saw this Starling at Buffalo Point on Antelope Island, I thought: what kind of wind carried this bird high into the mountains. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The second time when I met the same Starling I was sure that this area was his territory. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYMxNEOYVSFsb-kxKajz3LU79ZFl0RG68Ua6o2hdEJDfUXS9YIB9H088FnWo64hMnps25d5aXWoH7XJF5WNiFUD3WBk3a9jsTzYL69pjbrp1622gIqK9JOsr_Of4orpdBMxCVZEdjq0vNxTEuhBgWxgwy7uVqgTEBkAAPCwX-USVUus7GS09fls8MF2I/s935/EuropeanStarling0223.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYMxNEOYVSFsb-kxKajz3LU79ZFl0RG68Ua6o2hdEJDfUXS9YIB9H088FnWo64hMnps25d5aXWoH7XJF5WNiFUD3WBk3a9jsTzYL69pjbrp1622gIqK9JOsr_Of4orpdBMxCVZEdjq0vNxTEuhBgWxgwy7uVqgTEBkAAPCwX-USVUus7GS09fls8MF2I/s16000/EuropeanStarling0223.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have never been so close to any bird before. The Starling did not seem to be bothered by my presence. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The little brave bird didn’t even think about flying away.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLZjPFt8LRgWFr4nJpFqe2tuZwcAO4mjSETF2lAuGend-RABzui7bZnYBgdjIB4uG_LILlQcGJYYOm-CSX3DlvvhjW3A1yC1qTK9DKp2wjoCWsuLjg4T0wCFdlW_7nR4AGbfzeGR6qOMQ4dXCcDtHJph0vEiG2zaUp74zTsa9cgfPSvlg2NOsQ-2POGI/s935/ErupeanStarling0224.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinLZjPFt8LRgWFr4nJpFqe2tuZwcAO4mjSETF2lAuGend-RABzui7bZnYBgdjIB4uG_LILlQcGJYYOm-CSX3DlvvhjW3A1yC1qTK9DKp2wjoCWsuLjg4T0wCFdlW_7nR4AGbfzeGR6qOMQ4dXCcDtHJph0vEiG2zaUp74zTsa9cgfPSvlg2NOsQ-2POGI/s16000/ErupeanStarling0224.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-41180063733582469782024-02-23T09:45:00.008-07:002024-02-23T11:31:04.963-07:00His Majesty at Bear River MBR - III. Finale<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWei7mLeT0QVTomEv8iprnW8fiQWnKB8Fef3PRSk3GrYQ45ZX5LO77NspJpVY-bmbr-TF0q_JK808TVC4ldF1nxUdZfIrR5ofOj0AUMm5jHoQcO1yis8LuhpIEzD3uQVnvPQHxqfEq1rmdirdR9TAgb3i39ryy7Cie6A5mr3iHRqBtkmseu6oeU8W91OM/s868/BaldEagleJanuaryx02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="868" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWei7mLeT0QVTomEv8iprnW8fiQWnKB8Fef3PRSk3GrYQ45ZX5LO77NspJpVY-bmbr-TF0q_JK808TVC4ldF1nxUdZfIrR5ofOj0AUMm5jHoQcO1yis8LuhpIEzD3uQVnvPQHxqfEq1rmdirdR9TAgb3i39ryy7Cie6A5mr3iHRqBtkmseu6oeU8W91OM/s16000/BaldEagleJanuaryx02.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In these series of photographs I focused primarily on the American Bald Eagle's wings which are build to soar and glide. Bald Eagle </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">can fly 225 miles in a single day. </span></div><div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzYqvbgf_sVifQ43h1VY22wd36X-MHBnnucfkNMKmIEMiJnhJZ048xmjSUBeQW6rj2BoxoiorTvunoKTwKz6zfQ1jl8ZiqztVYKnOgNtFv_rOKf14eLZ12FLjCCzew-6O029LdZseWNwXqqjbWoCQXelOjWOuE7f4MOnUDwBDM4cxHONfbDZ9kDuu55M/s836/BaldEaglejanx03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="836" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzYqvbgf_sVifQ43h1VY22wd36X-MHBnnucfkNMKmIEMiJnhJZ048xmjSUBeQW6rj2BoxoiorTvunoKTwKz6zfQ1jl8ZiqztVYKnOgNtFv_rOKf14eLZ12FLjCCzew-6O029LdZseWNwXqqjbWoCQXelOjWOuE7f4MOnUDwBDM4cxHONfbDZ9kDuu55M/s16000/BaldEaglejanx03.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">At some point, the eagle covered himself with his wings like a cloak and made an irresistible impression on me.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkseiGuNfsHtiJqjcqyNexW8G5_HRymbuC0vxvnWCIyO5erhjOUJdbuLDEHS-JhlAmClF6FMI62XG2tiECcgQWhdEH_0mt-oe_avTYgtOlAxSyvnSlGekKVoChZqRx5ursS-hQS-JyYAjqdtDLyolHNmp0JmYJrGWJ-u_smmwv0_Czlck70zpq6OJekDw/s911/BaldEagleJanx01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="911" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkseiGuNfsHtiJqjcqyNexW8G5_HRymbuC0vxvnWCIyO5erhjOUJdbuLDEHS-JhlAmClF6FMI62XG2tiECcgQWhdEH_0mt-oe_avTYgtOlAxSyvnSlGekKVoChZqRx5ursS-hQS-JyYAjqdtDLyolHNmp0JmYJrGWJ-u_smmwv0_Czlck70zpq6OJekDw/s16000/BaldEagleJanx01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1FokN2h2DZvha7kjpwRZHdR4rJEpYuW9BvrovnON7_hcecCSTSvgY49Im4e83NrQXIErbgV2__ctFTUzBlC3nFJDAYyvPz8c9vgOnlWH1HryRs7gPopr94H6t0gX1Be4GlojgJ8NGoypV1PXr0WGvvuJ7YJ0LNzEZJ04SqIzx2JBQyrkWZlN3EHXtQw/s896/BaldEaglejanx05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="896" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1FokN2h2DZvha7kjpwRZHdR4rJEpYuW9BvrovnON7_hcecCSTSvgY49Im4e83NrQXIErbgV2__ctFTUzBlC3nFJDAYyvPz8c9vgOnlWH1HryRs7gPopr94H6t0gX1Be4GlojgJ8NGoypV1PXr0WGvvuJ7YJ0LNzEZJ04SqIzx2JBQyrkWZlN3EHXtQw/s16000/BaldEaglejanx05.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Eagles rotate their heads in different directions while their body is motionless. They do it because the eagle's eye doesn't move much in the eye socket, rotating its head helps a lot to look around.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-47962171971306184862024-02-21T07:58:00.010-07:002024-02-21T08:06:53.235-07:00Western Meadowlarks and European Starling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmTrPGP7CjAWV5r3ZWolZ7B79p_G9HfYenGX4OjEycVsjZMOIfabWv7HCnuXYRqjO9JaLjfFHkWopjAWsi3x9l3ghmdx38onmaN76ojCCbZVU_woWiNZr9n23pPf-PPCu8o0Xlis6mGtN3h6QU4n-F9IvrYR9T5trtp-woIOu79Tu0qe7eqtop0PdYWc/s935/MedowLarkFebruary01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmTrPGP7CjAWV5r3ZWolZ7B79p_G9HfYenGX4OjEycVsjZMOIfabWv7HCnuXYRqjO9JaLjfFHkWopjAWsi3x9l3ghmdx38onmaN76ojCCbZVU_woWiNZr9n23pPf-PPCu8o0Xlis6mGtN3h6QU4n-F9IvrYR9T5trtp-woIOu79Tu0qe7eqtop0PdYWc/s16000/MedowLarkFebruary01.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Western Meadowlarks are very vocal birds and if they sing, they sing with all their hearts. With their sonorous songs, little singers sometimes create the misleading impression that their melodic songs are being sung by a choir.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHTHyhs-1IkwWMj1MZH28sU5zPcIhKuhjK8mDA5uVx-tP0d_59CGlBV576bdZ5k_9SFRoiPnnVmPLgKVWVk315tpqoI6gEWcbbC6knAO373XMJ11YqiObWIaQbby9e2hwdj5SNjkhjXzDAhwd3uFgKOqQO7GJBwXbIRlumpX-3X41-UE2l4ZhD3loTl8/s935/SingingMeadowLarkxx066.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="611" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHTHyhs-1IkwWMj1MZH28sU5zPcIhKuhjK8mDA5uVx-tP0d_59CGlBV576bdZ5k_9SFRoiPnnVmPLgKVWVk315tpqoI6gEWcbbC6knAO373XMJ11YqiObWIaQbby9e2hwdj5SNjkhjXzDAhwd3uFgKOqQO7GJBwXbIRlumpX-3X41-UE2l4ZhD3loTl8/s16000/SingingMeadowLarkxx066.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Singing with all his heart to the whole world. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ICM31iLzcQTnr2sML06fRk8Lwnxeeh6Zh0WuwkCCnHbmKximc-ZmiPmV1nKi5ZaL-4SgeXcvKpvLRwZyeN5MG1uzKrSJ1jxm9_Ss_Sfg4DhnKQTHnwAIkr2t3x_BBPL9CHp2YjqEA_TUuKTtEP-Ybo8lnPfOXawgok-t1u4z3ipYK9v89_ir1Qzeux0/s935/StarlingMeadowlarkx01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ICM31iLzcQTnr2sML06fRk8Lwnxeeh6Zh0WuwkCCnHbmKximc-ZmiPmV1nKi5ZaL-4SgeXcvKpvLRwZyeN5MG1uzKrSJ1jxm9_Ss_Sfg4DhnKQTHnwAIkr2t3x_BBPL9CHp2YjqEA_TUuKTtEP-Ybo8lnPfOXawgok-t1u4z3ipYK9v89_ir1Qzeux0/s16000/StarlingMeadowlarkx01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sometimes European Starlings join the Meadowlarks to perch together </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">and Larks never mind being in the company of starlings.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</span></i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-32439563325889155352024-02-19T09:03:00.031-07:002024-02-27T07:38:20.295-07:00American Kestrel <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zG89FZ-W9UYQqgn4ERKw-Hy_-Af45EE-qQmNeKVMr2USjy0V9vYotOJrpatQy8UIXoAtnDMc8eTM6mpkiPLQjlALpCmHG4DplQL1usIACm2glExHM_qJ5B0L2spkJ-zUks1XVk6IIoAMbRgjwS1I0rA5ZenR7DNE9EWsGaiuRsEr38FS7lnkdzp-19A/s907/AmericanKestrel0666.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="907" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zG89FZ-W9UYQqgn4ERKw-Hy_-Af45EE-qQmNeKVMr2USjy0V9vYotOJrpatQy8UIXoAtnDMc8eTM6mpkiPLQjlALpCmHG4DplQL1usIACm2glExHM_qJ5B0L2spkJ-zUks1XVk6IIoAMbRgjwS1I0rA5ZenR7DNE9EWsGaiuRsEr38FS7lnkdzp-19A/s16000/AmericanKestrel0666.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I came across this Kestrel last week while driving along the Causeway to Antelope Island and wondered if it was the old banded Kestrel I had often seen but when I got closer, the raptor didn't have a band. I wonder where the old Kestrel is now and if I'll ever see him again?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">By the way, male American Kestrels are the most beautiful of all predators!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Generally, life is good.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241973434284968239.post-11252022335884534572024-02-16T17:28:00.005-07:002024-02-16T18:02:47.825-07:00Powerful and Confident<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wjhlyQK7twYikcgGyziE6VKN79cREGqDmZWSXfz0kZZmRtya7ATj1y-e4ftRmwI6zKNRsE0wQJ6tePBhpg0HEGeO7SUqOjXQBR8gDdH4eP62tnKpI88f1yjt7GTekNIxvhP6CesaWIy5ovo_aVAp6LbQeXX_GvQSCNLKr9-_cL_FQdQSIkToP24-tpU/s861/Closeupbisonxx088.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="861" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wjhlyQK7twYikcgGyziE6VKN79cREGqDmZWSXfz0kZZmRtya7ATj1y-e4ftRmwI6zKNRsE0wQJ6tePBhpg0HEGeO7SUqOjXQBR8gDdH4eP62tnKpI88f1yjt7GTekNIxvhP6CesaWIy5ovo_aVAp6LbQeXX_GvQSCNLKr9-_cL_FQdQSIkToP24-tpU/s16000/Closeupbisonxx088.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Some people confuse bison and buffalo. Both are large horned animals of Bovidae family. Antelope Island is home to American bison.</span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Contrary to the song "Home on the Range", buffalo do not roam the American West. Instead, they are indigenous to South Asia (water buffalo) and Africa ( Cape buffalo).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">The main difference between bison and buffalo is the presence of a hump. Bison has one on its shoulders, the buffalo does not.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYh3zEA_8PdRsmtty5jmsQIQ-ZBv00Dn78iv7rgkgiWOtfxONQ2kmppN0yYlJqy1jD-IKGdqRRPK2usDNt5Vg1KpGHSpfLmSMzI6oHzo018VIxJj9ulHfS5E95AFIzdgUDMg8hHMUZJqcYV6tJAgxUEQ6CAfodWXNLnI-9Jua7kxMFkYOBY8wqDsCO88/s875/Bisonwalkingtoward01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="875" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYh3zEA_8PdRsmtty5jmsQIQ-ZBv00Dn78iv7rgkgiWOtfxONQ2kmppN0yYlJqy1jD-IKGdqRRPK2usDNt5Vg1KpGHSpfLmSMzI6oHzo018VIxJj9ulHfS5E95AFIzdgUDMg8hHMUZJqcYV6tJAgxUEQ6CAfodWXNLnI-9Jua7kxMFkYOBY8wqDsCO88/s16000/Bisonwalkingtoward01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYviGZLm5jWZj29HRiM_bPwDVIQbZQjIhTvat4a4Zz5-HuLlYsD-n4b9KEkYEy_adeT4iRsuWHgrpwXaoXBaLcJMwdHI4YY4r7_J-P9n-8lg-a3AyUbURQZh8uLOrjJAK4EyAJJL4ZYwPzwgSTRvOWs90xvq6pT5IFueaShzZb3hBWi4iUgPBLVv1qFYI/s864/Bison2portrait01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="864" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYviGZLm5jWZj29HRiM_bPwDVIQbZQjIhTvat4a4Zz5-HuLlYsD-n4b9KEkYEy_adeT4iRsuWHgrpwXaoXBaLcJMwdHI4YY4r7_J-P9n-8lg-a3AyUbURQZh8uLOrjJAK4EyAJJL4ZYwPzwgSTRvOWs90xvq6pT5IFueaShzZb3hBWi4iUgPBLVv1qFYI/s16000/Bison2portrait01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mr5flU19AxwDwnMpQY-hP-YMkio1obvOhpqAhaNRY85CmoUn9XPccoFucd-YW-6mJZXOCITnGgFjLFMyO5OQgNUDvhfbRcgkUqZMuci4FfpuwU-86JNFNxgs1T87Y9UYzzUGKWuuW3HQLrOguJTLq2AUKLkIrO7m78C51Gp18vlOcL7W2y8hveXn8zc/s935/Bisontwobirds01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="935" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2mr5flU19AxwDwnMpQY-hP-YMkio1obvOhpqAhaNRY85CmoUn9XPccoFucd-YW-6mJZXOCITnGgFjLFMyO5OQgNUDvhfbRcgkUqZMuci4FfpuwU-86JNFNxgs1T87Y9UYzzUGKWuuW3HQLrOguJTLq2AUKLkIrO7m78C51Gp18vlOcL7W2y8hveXn8zc/s16000/Bisontwobirds01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Generally, life is good.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Kayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15586230889058400189noreply@blogger.com9