Showing posts with label Old Buzzards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old Buzzards. Show all posts

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Interesting Finale

Went exploring this afternoon. After getting gas, leaving the station and heading toward the main drag when an electric wheel chair appeared on the sidewalk catching my attention. It's driver was laying on the sidewalk. Almost immediately,  two women pulled up ahead of me and got to the old man. Others began to stop and with help there, I was satisfied that the old man was alive and had help that apparently knew who he was.

Had they not been there, my phone  was in my hand at the time to call the rescue squad. From there, it was on to the main drag and then down to the next light to turn right. It had occurred to me that  where the street ended--or in high Dallas tradition---what it became on the other side of a light and  intersection was unknown to me. Sometimes  one street can have three, sometimes four, names. It's the craziest thing. Why they don't just let a main drag keep its name from one end to the other has no answer.

Seeing new things and being taken back by the development, still, my curious nature kept me going and gawking at the new sights. Then, things began to look familiar but the road just kept going. And so did my car. Then, the realization hit me that the street name had made the switch and where the change occurred had been missed. At that point it was time to turn the car around and head back to see where the change had occurred. All-in-all, there were two turn arounds, one north and one west.

It was so nice weather-wise today, heading for the barn was delayed as long as possible. Finally, it was time to head inbound. Sure was nice, though.
This is across from University of Texas-Dallas. This was not here a year ago.

A good clean shot of a Vulture. The next picture is what he was really after.Also, you might have to enlarge this one manually. Thanks to Google, I might add.

All the ewe's have had they kids and were out for the first time that I have seen then. Long Horn Sheep.

Friday, March 9, 2018

The Littlest Falcon

It was 76 degrees today. The down side was a 20-25 MPH wind gusting to 35. While the wind came from the southwest, it still had a bit of a chill at times because the humidity was only 25 percent. Quickly, I made my rounds and discovered the second Kestrel Hawk. Three days ago, I ran across the first one to have actually seen. Some of the bird photographers had talked about the little Kestrel being here or there, but I had never seen it myself. The reason why I call this one the second one is that miles in another direction I had again seen one perched in a tree. Then across the park on the other end, here was this one. My distance was to far for a really good closeup but I did get a couple of fairly clean shots enough to identify it as a Kestrel and  another first happened. That's two first in three days this season already. This one was not something that you really aim for, although, as it turned out, just as I was about to click the shutter, the darn bird pooped and as Murphy's law would dictate, the image was crystal clear! All I can say is Amazing! Simply amazing or the luck of the Irish since St. Pat's Day is  a week away after today. Where is my gold clover pin??
 
Then, as I was on the way home, I was buzzed by the old buzzards again. Now that's unreal to have that happen not only the first time but to have it happen again within three days. They are almost as evasive  as egrets to shoot. Never did get a clear shot, but the best one that I was able to get today was through the sunroof as he flew over head.

In between those two bird excursions  I have long joked about there not being a tulip on Tulip Lane or an Iris in Iris Hollow---and there isn't. But, I found a bunch of isolated daffodils on a hillside and went into the parking lot closest to the patch and then walked the road for a fair distance with the high wind. I got only a couple of shots that would work here and that sent me to KFC to get dinner and home bound I headed, tired, hungry and  wind blown. I've been a bit in a less than creative mood lately.
Kestrel Hawk or Sparrow Hawk

A cluster of daffodils on a hill side

The Ole Buzzard Is Back!

It All Started in the wee hours of May 28th when 80 MPH winds was tossing everything against the side of my house.

 Those winds were substained for well over 40 minutes. The results were trees everywhere down or large branches broken off. One of my bus ro...