When I got up this morning, I was still debating whether I would cover the St. Patrick's Day Parade down Greenville Avenue or not. After breakfast, it just didn't feel right and I need a certain amount of feel right to undertake those kinds of projects. The basic question was then: Do I feel like I have enough strength to do a parade? The answer was: No!
I have learned over the years that it is okay to present those kind of questions to yourself and not feel guilty about it later. Sure, I would have enjoyed seeing people interact in those kinds of situations. But, the truth of the matter was, I didn't feel good enough to undertake a parade like that this year. So, I took the foot off the accelerator and got another cup of coffee and packed another lunch for the road. Regardless of what I ended up doing, I still had to eat lunch.
The road blocks for the parade would not have been a problem because I know enough back ways in to get to where I needed to be if my car just took control and headed for the parade step off point. But, it didn't and I knew then that my trip would end at the lake again and that I would feel good about it.
The reason why I had that feeling was that the moment that I stepped out of the house, a red shoulder and a red tail hawk were in an aerial chase right over my head, Every time my day starts out with raptors in flight or sitting on a pole or fence, I know that the rest of the day will be the making of excitement of unseen or unusual sightings. Then, without hardly a moments chance to flee away, I see these two reflective things over head at an altitude that I would guess to be about 15-thousand feet in formation and traveling at a pretty good clip, speed wise. It was my guess that I had just seen a pair of the latest version of military fighters and they were headed cross country or were in training or would end up back at the Joint Naval Reserve Station just west of Ft. Worth.
When I got to the lake, it was almost instantly that I saw a big 600 mm pointed into a grove of trees. I continued on my regular route that would circle back to where I was. The guy and his wife were returning to their car and I pulled in and ask if he had been shooing hawks or owls. As it turned out, I learned that not only do we still have the Bards owl population but we also have a momma, pap pa and a branching chick of a pair of Great Horned Owls. I saw all three. Later in the day, I returned and was able to locate the female but the chick that was branching and the male were no where to be seen.
Still, to have two species of owls at the lake is a bonus to birders and photographer,but also a bonus for the park systems management of the wildlife at the lake.
I have learned over the years that it is okay to present those kind of questions to yourself and not feel guilty about it later. Sure, I would have enjoyed seeing people interact in those kinds of situations. But, the truth of the matter was, I didn't feel good enough to undertake a parade like that this year. So, I took the foot off the accelerator and got another cup of coffee and packed another lunch for the road. Regardless of what I ended up doing, I still had to eat lunch.
The road blocks for the parade would not have been a problem because I know enough back ways in to get to where I needed to be if my car just took control and headed for the parade step off point. But, it didn't and I knew then that my trip would end at the lake again and that I would feel good about it.
The reason why I had that feeling was that the moment that I stepped out of the house, a red shoulder and a red tail hawk were in an aerial chase right over my head, Every time my day starts out with raptors in flight or sitting on a pole or fence, I know that the rest of the day will be the making of excitement of unseen or unusual sightings. Then, without hardly a moments chance to flee away, I see these two reflective things over head at an altitude that I would guess to be about 15-thousand feet in formation and traveling at a pretty good clip, speed wise. It was my guess that I had just seen a pair of the latest version of military fighters and they were headed cross country or were in training or would end up back at the Joint Naval Reserve Station just west of Ft. Worth.
When I got to the lake, it was almost instantly that I saw a big 600 mm pointed into a grove of trees. I continued on my regular route that would circle back to where I was. The guy and his wife were returning to their car and I pulled in and ask if he had been shooing hawks or owls. As it turned out, I learned that not only do we still have the Bards owl population but we also have a momma, pap pa and a branching chick of a pair of Great Horned Owls. I saw all three. Later in the day, I returned and was able to locate the female but the chick that was branching and the male were no where to be seen.
Still, to have two species of owls at the lake is a bonus to birders and photographer,but also a bonus for the park systems management of the wildlife at the lake.
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| The Great Horned Owl Chick. It was a bit out of range for my lens, but the moment was captured non-the-less. |
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| My grandfather always said that when, "clouds are high and thin, a weather system is moving in." |
