Friday, June 7, 2019
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
another blue heron
This guy was by the edge of the water in a bird preserve. He let me take a few pictures, and then instead of flying away, he walked off.
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
canoodling egrets
I was in Hilton Head for the weekend with a friend who likes to take pictures almost as much as I do.
We were told there were a lot of ibises nesting in trees near the stables, so we went there later in the day to get some shots. There were no ibises, but there were plenty of egrets that I have over photographed already. But one sight, glimpsed via the zoom, was really amusing. Among all the egrets flying in and out, squawking and fussing over territory or whatever, was one couple that was in love. They couldn't keep their beaks off each other. They were oblivious to the rest of the family and remained on their live oak limb making out the whole time we were there. If I had a fancier camera, I could have taken some better pictures, but maybe you'll get the idea with these fuzzy ones. So cute.
We were told there were a lot of ibises nesting in trees near the stables, so we went there later in the day to get some shots. There were no ibises, but there were plenty of egrets that I have over photographed already. But one sight, glimpsed via the zoom, was really amusing. Among all the egrets flying in and out, squawking and fussing over territory or whatever, was one couple that was in love. They couldn't keep their beaks off each other. They were oblivious to the rest of the family and remained on their live oak limb making out the whole time we were there. If I had a fancier camera, I could have taken some better pictures, but maybe you'll get the idea with these fuzzy ones. So cute.
Wednesday, May 29, 2019
down by the river
After a nine month absence, I went to watch the sun set over the river. It's been so dry here. Everything is parched. And the sky was missing its pretty clouds. I didn't expect a breathtaking sunset, but at least there was one.
Wednesday, May 8, 2019
In Memory
This morning I attended the yearly memorial service for local law enforcement officers who died in the line of duty.
The police department does it up right, with dignity and reverence, pomp and circumstance. My great-great grandfather who was shot and killed in 1865 is the first on the wall. Since I was his only descendant who showed up, I had the honor of placing a red rose on the wreath in his honor. A very nice policeman escorted me up to do it, then back to my seat, and then he saluted me. That was new!
The only pic I took was afterward during a social time. This is the riderless horse carrying the backward turned boot. I learned that the department has three well-cared for horses who are ridden by specially trained officers.
The police department does it up right, with dignity and reverence, pomp and circumstance. My great-great grandfather who was shot and killed in 1865 is the first on the wall. Since I was his only descendant who showed up, I had the honor of placing a red rose on the wreath in his honor. A very nice policeman escorted me up to do it, then back to my seat, and then he saluted me. That was new!
The only pic I took was afterward during a social time. This is the riderless horse carrying the backward turned boot. I learned that the department has three well-cared for horses who are ridden by specially trained officers.
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