The goose is telling me if I take another step closer it is going to fly. At least that is how I interpret it.
It amazes me how different angles and light display different colors in the feathering of birds. This Redbellied Woodpecker at this angle and light I can see the lovely shade of gray on top of its head. I can also see the orangish tinted feathers at the base of the beak. I never noticed either before being distracted by the brilliant patch of red feathers on the back of its head.
The coloration of the beak on this finch so smooth and brilliant captured my fancy in this photo.
When the sun is shining I can sit in the Adirondack chair in our backyard and allow the natural world to entertain me. This hawk sitting in a tree by our old barn is over 300 yards away.
The hawk in the previous photo flew down and landed on the bow of my father-in-laws old sears and roebuck fishing boat. The boat originally came with an Elgin motor. I spent many a day sitting in the front of this boat. Crappie rods perched on the bow where the hawk sits. Prepared to snatch a crappie for dinner. It pleased me to see the bow is still being used for a place to sit and be ready to catch dinner for the hawk. We might have to fix up the old boat and go fishing this year or next. The hawk will have to switch to using our old pick up for a perch. It would make a nice hood ornament don’t you think?
When I was sixteen or seventeen I decided I wanted to surf. I borrowed a surfboard from someone strapped it to the roof of my Corvair and headed for Ocean City, New Jersey. What I recall most is that it was not a straight ride into the beach as I had expected. After paddling out and catching a wave I would end up coming ashore way down the beach. Instead of going directly back out where I landed I would drag the board back to my first starting spot and paddle back out and do it again. Other wise I might have ended up in Delaware or Maryland.
Like surfing when my mind wanders back to my youth it often ends up in unexpected locations. My father found me that Corvair with rusted out floorboards. We located some sheet metal laying around and put in a new floor.
One snowy winter night Dave Collins and I visited a couple of gals. The beauty I was interested in that night eventually ended up marrying Dave. That is not the only time a girl I dated or was interested in ended up hitched up with one of my buddies. I had a good eye for the ladies. Well, at least at pointing out for my pals a good one to hang on to. I would build a nice nesting spot and next thing ya know my friend had moved in. Sort of like these Geese that took over an Eagle’s nest.
Now where was I in this story. Oh yeah, after charming the gals that night Dave and I started for home when the cable that ran from the engine to the gas pedal broke. It seems my improvised floorboard had cut the cable. No problem I handed Dave a pair of pliers and he had to lay upside down with his feet hanging over the seat and control the cable and give it the gas when I instructed.
It was much like surfing our way home through the snow. Fishtailing all over with the improvised solution of my partner hand controlling the thrust. Along with my shouted instructions to give it the gas or not. It might have been easier if I had turned down the volume on the eight track that kept blasting with the drum beat of ” In A Godda Davida”. I was in to that Iron Butterfly song at the time. The song lasts about seventeen minutes. Yep we had to play it over several times before we smashed our way through all the snow drifts to arrive back home. Poor old Dave to this day probably has that drum beat thumping in his head. You see I placed six speakers in that old junk of a car. Two under the seat so you could feel it you know. I wonder why I have not heard from Dave in years? Snow surfin’ in a Corvair may not have been his thing.
Since folks have enjoyed the goat kid videos I made another one. I used a Corey Smith song “A Better Place” to listen to if you enjoy his music. This song was the first one I heard of his. There was something distinctive about the sound of his voice and the rhythm of the guitar. The words in the song struck a chord with me. How often in life we can be dissatisfied with where we are at. Many times we have no choice except for in our thinking.
There was a very short time in my life I felt dissatisfied with my self. Then I learned to adjust my mindset and found out that was all it would take to take me to a better place.
I hope you enjoy watching the kids getting a little attention and the smallest one “Cinnamon” finding him self a better place in the end.
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The goose is telling me if I take another step closer it is going to fly. At least that is how I interpret it.
It amazes me how different angles and light display different colors in the feathering of birds. This Redbellied Woodpecker at this angle and light I can see the lovely shade of gray on top of its head. I can also see the orangish tinted feathers at the base of the beak. I never noticed either before being distracted by the brilliant patch of red feathers on the back of its head.
The coloration of the beak on this finch so smooth and brilliant captured my fancy in this photo.
When the sun is shining I can sit in the Adirondack chair in our backyard and allow the natural world to entertain me. This hawk sitting in a tree by our old barn is over 300 yards away.
The hawk in the previous photo flew down and landed on the bow of my father-in-laws old sears and roebuck fishing boat. The boat originally came with an Elgin motor. I spent many a day sitting in the front of this boat. Crappie rods perched on the bow where the hawk sits. Prepared to snatch a crappie for dinner. It pleased me to see the bow is still being used for a place to sit and be ready to catch dinner for the hawk. We might have to fix up the old boat and go fishing this year or next. The hawk will have to switch to using our old pick up for a perch. It would make a nice hood ornament don’t you think?
