Archive for the ‘Catalina Foothills’ Category
Pyrrhuloxia On A Hot Day At The Feeder — Images by kenne
Dapper in looks and cheerful in song, the Pyrrhuloxia or desert cardinal is a tough-as-nails songbird
of baking hot deserts in the American Southwest and northern Mexico. — Source: allaboutbirds.org
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The Monsoon Cometh (July 24, 2022) — Image by kenne
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Gila Woodpeckers Frequently Visit Our Patio (July 10, 2022) — Images by kenne
Having Water and Food Available Daily Attracts Many Birds
“Gila Woodpeckers are grayish brown birds with brilliant black-and-white barring on the wings, back, and tail.
In flight, the outer wings are black with a crescent-shaped white patch at the base of the primary feathers.
Males have a red patch in the center of the crown.” –– Source: allaboutbirds.org
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A Little Rain Overnight in The Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
the monsoon clouds brought
a little rain overnight
maybe more to come
— kenne
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View from the Patio — Panorama by kenne
Monsoon Blues
July mornings begin
With a beautiful blue sky.
This is the monsoon season,
So by mid-day, the clouds
Begin to move in,
Again and again
Only to move on
Dropping rain
Somewhere else —
The drought continues.
— kenne
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White-winged Dove Atop Patio Fountain Looking Down At Water — Image by kenne
“Be wise as a serpent and wary as a dove!”
— Mark Twain
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We haven’t seen too many Pyrrhuoxias coming to the feeder and fountain this summer,
but this guy is interested in cooling off from our triple-digit temperatures here in Tucson.
This Pyrrhuoxia looks like an immature male because of the dark bill. Adults have a yellow bill.
— kenne
Pyrrhuloxia (July 17, 2022) — Images by kenne
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One doesn’t usually see cooper’s hawk standing on the ground, so when I spotted this on the circle
curb I got my camera, first being careful not to spook the hawk.
Slowly, I moved closer, realizing this was an immature hawk that might be having problems
with our 110-degree temps and was spending time in the shade.
The cooper’s hawk watches me closely as I continue to narrow my distance from the bird.
I start to move to the hawk’s right trying to create a different angle to photograph this young bird.
Finally, the cooper’s hawk began to move toward flight. — Images by kenne
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Still Looking For Those Monsoon Rains — Panorama by kenne
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Cactus Blossom — Image by kenne
I wait for the moment
I’ll return to the trails
as I did for twelve years
beneath Tucson’s blue sky
in some world of youth
and springtime. Give me,
Powers of the Universe,
the springtime but
spare me the child.
— kenne
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Greater Roadrunner On Patio Wall — Image by kenne
April thirty-four
A future date from the past
Trust at the moment.
— kenne
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Blue Palo Verde Are In Full Bloom In Tanuri Ridge — Images by kenne
Palo Verde
Green clinger on arid arroyo rock,
Spring blooms of faded yellow you did drop.
Desert dry took a toll of leaf and branch
Leaving photosynthesis to your bark.
Life is tough, lizard kissed, so short and harsh.
Unlike upland cousins, you are blessed:
In your shelter rests a saguaro babe,
Whose stately arms one day will take your place.
— David Drowley
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Storm Clouds Over the Foothills — Image by kenne
Once in the Catalina Foothills,
I found a new state of being
No more tangled mind.
I hiked with my camera
Photographing nature
Taking whatever comes,
Like a drifting cloud.
— kenne
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Stormy Weather Over The South Rim of The Santa Catilina Mountains — Panorama by kenne
A Thunderstorm
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, –
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree.
— Emily Dickinson
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Yesterday’s Rainbow (December 31, 2021) — Image by kenne
What this rainbow didn’t have in color, it made up for it in brightness.
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