Posts Tagged ‘Goslings
When I’m behind the camera, most of my time will be spent in pursuit of furry things. What could be furrier than some Canadian Geese with their goslings still in their downy fur?
Some of you are personally aware that I write within my writing, speaking specifically to you within the general context of my stories or articles, all in an attempt to keep this blog personal rather than professional. After-all, when I first conceptualized and then created this blog it was to open lines of communication to one specific person. However, my list of blogs I follow has grown very long, which makes it very difficult to carry on speaking specifically to one person.
The blogs I follow and the bloggers who follow me are from every corner of the world. Those of you who post a few pictures with a few lines are my favorites. I get to learn about your culture and the wildlife in your part of the world and that’s why I’ve continued with blogging even though the reason I started this blog has long since moved on.
What has prompted this post is to welcome one new follower. I’ve read through some of your blog and feel compelled to follow along, although your claim of being “somewhat mouthy” would usually warrant me to walk away without so much as a second thought to my choice; I would just like to say, You are always welcome here and I hope you find some peace here.
With that said, is it inappropriate to eat a salad for lunch and follow it up with a hot fudge brownie sundae made with vanilla caramel fudge brownie ice cream?
I guess it could be considered part of my American upbringing, but it seems natural to sit and watch. We spend an incredible amount of time sitting and watching television in this country, but I always preferred being outside. So, now, I take a folding chair that I use during the Summers for camping and carry it out to a spot at the lake or in a park and sit and watch. The drama slowly unfolds around me as the animals accept the human sitting there. If I spend enough time in a place they will actually begin to move around me as if I’m not even there, like the chipmunk who seated himself a meter behind me on a log, watching what I watched, or maybe just watching me. Together we watched the drama unfold on the lake in front of us. Here are some pictures so you can see what we saw.
Geese with goslings and a muskrat in the lower left corner. Didn’t see the Muskrat when I took the shot.
While I watched the Geese swim through the algae and out onto the lake…
both of the adult eagles flew off the nest, less than a minute behind each other.
They headed in the direction the geese had gone.