moon oft reminds
mystery sublime
mother for very first time
father full of Abba’s duty
star rising east
pales moon mist clouded
heavens foretell life shrouded
my heart weeps for their unseen loss
Bethlehem hills
as donkey nears gate
careful of rider’s slight weight
seem to call tired trio home
tis birthing eve
journey now distilled
parents’ vows will be fulfilled
manger and promised birth await
Christmas Blessings to you this night and all through the year
The Bonaparte’s gull was all wrapped in fishing line.
Scot made an experienced cast with a broken-off fishing rod that A.C.E. Ranger Lane provided from lost and found.
He snagged the gull, reeled it in and TJ gently untangled the bird….
It took 4 hands to untangle all the fishing line.
Just released, the gull floated away.
The Bonaparte’s gull rested a while and then was back in the air looking for fish.
I was leaving the farm where I had worked on some horses.
The bright mahogany red breast feathers of a red-shouldered hawk gleamed in the late afternoon light.
Quickly I threw my truck into park and jumped out, camera in hand.
What a beautiful way to end the day.
It was midmorning when I caught this eagle heading into the trees.
He is carrying his fresh caught fish tucked up against his tail.
Pair of northern harriers: the “grey ghost” as he is known in the birding world and his mate.
The light bird, the “ghost” is the male.
Note how he indeed looks like a “ghost” of the beautifully colored female harrier.
What isn’t shown here is the topside of the grey ghost which is a subtly grey, elegant set of feathers.
I think he is called a ghost for the grey topside, the pale ghosting image of his bottom side and…
the grey ghost is elusive and seldom noticed.
The Grey Ghost has long been on my bucket list…now to get a portrait on him perched on a post displaying his grey topside…
the Grey Ghost
a very fierce eagle itch
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