Splash, crash, the Brown Pelican is hit with a surge and a wave. Each curl pushes her closer to the jagged rocks. A place for the territorial Great Blue Heron. A hoarse, guttural squawk of the Blue Heron marks a warning to any intruders. The Herons’ yellow eye looks at the pelican with anger. Fearful for her life, the Pelicans’ web feet paddles with all its might, her wings push at the top of the water to help free her from a catastrophe from the rocks or the sword like beak of the Blue Heron.
Photo taken with a Sony A77II, Sony lens 70-400mm; ISO 200, 320mm, f/5.6, 1/500 sec
I get great pleasure in photographing birds. It’s not just to capture the detail, light, or composition of a picture. The enjoyment is the outdoors and to learn from the animals, in my case the birds. Like this picture of the Hermit Thrush, food is there for the picking. They eat what they need and leave some for others. Nature provides the material, source of nutrients and water for their survival. Not only does God provide for all animals and insects, He is there for all who believe.
The common house sparrow adapts easily to environmental changes. They are seen in many geographical areas. We know the sparrow existed in the Arab countries. In the Biblical reading, Jesus used the sparrow to show that God loved all his creatures. It was ceremonially clean and eaten as food by the poor.
These birds are not native to America. They first came to Brooklyn, New York in the 1850’s. Now, the house sparrow is a year round species in the continental United States. Some people consider these birds undesirable. They make a nuisance by nesting in man-made structures, especially in the eaves of homes.
Like the elephants and hippos, these little creatures enjoy dust baths. They are often seen creating little dust storms as they roll in the dirt. When the sparrows move on the ground they hop instead of walk like other birds. The adult sparrows are mainly vegetarian, but the young birds, when first hatched, feed on insects for their diet.
What great entertainment it was to watch this thrush strut and chirp its’ song. At first this bird looked like the sand was too hot for his feet. The high pitch sound from its beak seemed to cry out ouch! Ouch! After I took the shot, I noticed he wasn’t in pain. He was in love. That was his mating dance and call for the female a few yards up on the grassy patch of the beach.
By R Smith
I captured this picture of the parent and the young in early June 2013 on the lower end of the James River. I like the diamond uniformity; the parent pelican is at the rear while the juveniles are in the front. A great day for the pelican family to float down the river.
By R Smith