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Just a resting place
Sparrow on a rusty wheel
No longer turning.
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Archive for the ‘Birds’ Tag
Capturing The Moment — Sparrow On A Rusty Wheel 7 comments
Sunning On A Cold Desert Morning 5 comments
Roadrunner, January 18, 2012 — Image by kenne
At the beginning of this week’s nature walk, the Sabino Canyon temperatures were in the mid-to-upper thirties. Just a short time into the walk, we spotter this guy taking advantage of the morning sun, having lowered his wing to expose more of his body to the sun. He observed us but was more interested in warming up than moving on as we moved in closer for a few photos. Don’t you just love it!
kenne
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A Bow To The Ladies! 5 comments
Female Phainopepla — Image by kenne
Earlier this month I posted “Can You Pronounce, Phainopepla?” The image in the posting was a male phainopepla — a beautiful bird. But really, this beautiful female has something to say about beauty.
This one is for the “ladies”!
kenne
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- Can You Pronounce, Phainopepla? (kenneturner.wordpress.com)
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Capturning The Moment — Moonset In The Lower Catalina Mountains Leave a comment
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While out with the Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalist looking at animal, insect and plant life, some of us noticed the setting moon, creating a “Capturing the Moment” opportunity.
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The Sonoran Desert Roadrunner 4 comments
The Sonoran Desert Roadrunner — Image by kenne
The Sonoran Roadrunner
Playing chicken
With a roadrunner means,
You lose –
Beep! Beep!
Or do you?
His game is one of,
“For me to know and
You to find out.”
There he was
Ahead down the path,
The large cuckoo
With zygodactyls’ feet
Running fast
Sporting an occasional
Side-to-side movement.
I could see his eyes,
The blue and orange patch.
Then,
A pause,
As if to check
My next move.
Seeing none,
As I continued
Shooting images,
He kept streaking at me,
Seemingly unbothered
By the clicking camera.
Raising and lowering
His erected shaggy crest,
While flipping his tail.
Was he trying to frighten me?
Or, was he courting me –
This human
With one big eye?
The ugly duckling
Of the cuckoo family
Stopped at my feet,
Gazing up,
As if to say,
Fuck you –
Only to swiftly run on.
I looked up,
Rather than back,
But there was no boulder.
Conclusion:
That bird is one crazy clown.
Beep! Beep!
— kenne
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Springtime Is For The Birds Leave a comment
If you look carefully, the bird feeder is located over my head.
kenne
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Rainy Day at the Feeder Leave a comment
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Breakfast at Kenne’s 4 comments
A bird is to poetry, as existence is to life.
