Rufous-winged Sparrow — Images by kenne
Sabino Canyon Recreation Area (January 30, 2020)
Nervous little guy
A challenge to photograph
Hopping branch to branch.
— kenne
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Rufous-winged Sparrow 1 comment
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“Flight” by kenne
A true conservationist
is a man who knows
that the world is not
given by his fathers, but
borrowed from his children.
— John James Audubon
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Yellow Crowned Night Herons, San Antonio River Walk — Image by kenne
Stop searching the world for treasure, the real treasure is in yourself.
— Pablo Valle
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Black Headed Grosbeak — Grunge Art Leave a comment
Black Headed Grosbeak — Grunge Art by kenne
No valid plans for the future
can be made by those who
have no capacity for living now.
— Alan Watts
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Pyrrhuloxia Photographed in Sabino Canyon by kenne
This male pyrrhuloxia looks a lot like a female Northern Cardinal and its song is nearly identical to the cardinal.
— kenne
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Ruby-crowned Kinglet — Image by kenne
The trail was quiet
The breeze was calm.
What is that little bird
With all that energy?
Wings constantly flicking
Chattering out his songs
The hiker pulls out
His nature guide.
Was this nervous fliting
Bird just passing through?
Looks like a kinglet,
Possible a ruby-crowned
Spending the winter
In Sabino Canyon.
— kenne
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Wintering In Sabino Canyon 2 comments
Phainopepla
Western Bluebird — Images by kenne
We dance round a ring and suppose,
But the secret sits in the middle, and knows.
— Robert Frost
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Northern Mockingbird, Or Is It A Curve-billed Thrasher? Leave a comment
Northern Mockingbird or is it a Curve-billed Thrasher? — Grunge Art by kenne
You will find a lot of birds
and bird watchers in Sabino canyon.
Some observed recently:
Cooper’s hawk
mourning dove
greater roadrunner
Anna’s hummingbird
gila woodpecker
American kestrel
Cassin’s vireo
common raven
verdin
rock wren
canyon wren
house wren
cactus wren
black-tailed gnatcatcher
ruby-crowned kinglet
western bluebird
hermit thrush
curve-billed thrasher
northern mockingbird
phainopepla
orange-crowned warbler
black-throated wray warbler
black-throated sparrow
Abert’s towhee
western tanager
northern cardinal
house finch
I’m not a birder
but I can see
and hear
the birds around me.
I depend on
the knowledge
and discipline
of others
to identify
what I see and hear.
sometimes I identify
birds in my photographies
sometimes I’m wrong —
save a bird,
photograph them.
— kenne
(Bird list source: Jean Hengesbaugh)
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Hiking Pima Canyon And Becoming Intrigued With A Flock Of Ravens Leave a comment
The first gallery of photos was taken on the SCVN Friday hike in Pima Canyon (November 6, 2015). During the hike we notice a flock of ravens, not a common sight since raven tend to be solitary or in pairs. So, later in the day I did a little research on ravens. The best answer I could find for why ravens might flock together was that of young migrating ravens.
(Click on any of the images for a larger view in a slideshow format.)
Pima Canyon Trail
Pima Canyon Trail
Pima Canyon Trail
Pima Canyon Trail
Pima Canyon Trail
Pima Canyon Trail
Pima Canyon Trail
Pima Canyon Trail
Pima Canyon Trail
Young Ravens may form juvenile flocks or “gangs”, which helps them when they are foraging for food. They actually play together, flying and catching objects in the air. They will make their own toys for entertainment, play with wolves or dogs in a game of chase, and even slide down snow hills — interesting!
Like many people, I’m fascinated by these very intelligent birds and take photos of them at every opportunity. Here are a few.
kenne
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“A Zen Moment” — Computer Painting by kenne
Focusing
on the scene
I close my eyes
to what was there
now captured
in my mind’s eye
painting it with
my imagination —
taking a new course.
— kenne
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Cooper’s Hawk On Black Tree 2 comments
Cooper’s Hawk On Black Tree– Grunge Composition by kenne
All night black tree
shapes wrestled their dark
angels or assailants; the deep woods
wracked by shattering, cracking;
then rain drove straight
sheets like a wave’s crash
wrenching leaves and birds’ nests
from the branch, battering
grain flat in the fields;
mice, rabbits in their burrows
drowned.
At first dawn, soft
mists down the valley rise till
light strikes, enamelling
each emerald green leaf
splattered clean.
— from “Summer Sequence” by W. D. Snodgrass
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Yarrow Wildflowers — Computer Art by kenne
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Yellow-eyed Junco — Computer Painting by kenne
Art is anything you can do well. Anything you can do with Quality.
— Robert M. Pirsig
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Bird On A Limb — Computer Art by kenne
On an outing to photograph
wildflowers and butterflies
a little bird kept chirping,
as if to get my attention.
Staying on point,
I tried ignoring her —
the conditions for
photographing her
were not good,
but she was persistent.
So, ignoring problems with
lighting and distance
I answered her call
taking two shots.
Later, at home
I downloaded the image
and as expected,
it was not good.
But, something
about the little bird
kept getting my attention,
so I created away
to share her
in the blogosphere.
— kenne
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A Lonesome Dove — Image by kenne
Each spring a pair of
white-winged doves
return to our patio area
and each year I welcome
the morning cooing calls,
sometimes on the front
courtyard wall as I leave
to go hiking or a morning run.
Later in the day,
always near sunset,
I see them at the patio fountain
for an end of day watering —
they may not know it
but we have become close friends
over the five years
we have called Tucson our home.
The other day as I returned from
an early morning run
I noticed a dove
on the street circle grassy area
face down
tail feather pointed up,
almost instinctively
I began to look around —
there on the courtyard wall
was a lone dove
looking toward the circle.
Later that morning I saw him
in a mesquite tree near the circle —
and for days now I see
him as if without looking.
Slowly I have accepted
that my friend
has lost a friend.
Now only one dove
visits the fountain at sunset.
I have begun to noticed
morning cooing again,
maybe, just maybe my friend
will find a new friend.
— kenne
