Monday, May 28, 2018

WELCOMING A NEW FRIEND

Barred Owl (Owlet)
Home 
Upstate South Carolina

These images of a young barred owlet
were made about fifteen minutes after it 
 emerged from its nest in an old sycamore cavity 
and experienced the outside world for the first time.
All of this occurred about forty feet from our veranda.







Thursday, May 3, 2018

OUR BIRDS, OUR COUNTRY

Yellow-breasted Chat
Fant's Grove Wildlife Management Area
Upstate South Carolina

Here is your country.
Cherish these natural wonders, 
cherish the history and romance as a sacred heritage,
for your children and your children's children.
Do not let the selfish men or greedy interests
skin your country of its beauty, its riches or its romance.

Theodore Roosevelt


Wednesday, May 2, 2018

PRAIRIE WARBLER

Prairie Warbler
Upstate South Carollina


This grand show is eternal.
It is always sunrise somewhere;
the dew is never dried all at once;
a shower is forever falling;
vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, 
eternal dawn and gloaming,
on sea and continents and islands,
each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

John Muir


Tuesday, May 1, 2018

YELLOW-RUMPED WARBLER

Yellow-Rumped Warbler
Swan Lake
Furman University
Greenville, South Carolina

The world is greater than its words.

Wendell Berry

Monday, April 30, 2018

A RARE SIGHT

Brown Booby (Immature)
Swan Lake
Furman University
Greenville, South Carolina

The Brown Booty
is a large, tropical seabird
that is rarely seen near the land
 of the United States, with the exception
of the coastal areas
of southern Florida and southern California.

Nature is unpredictable, however, 
and one of these magnificent birds
has strayed out of its natural habitat and
taken refuge, at least temporarily, on a beautiful
lake at one of our South Carolina universities.

















Saturday, April 28, 2018

PROTHONOTARY

Prothonotary Warbler
Upstate South Carolina

The Prothonotary Warber,
as described in The Gravity of Birds,
by Tracy Guzeman:

A breeze stirred the branches, and she saw the brilliant yellow head and underparts standing out like petals of a sunflower against the backdrop of leaves; the under tail, a stark white. His beak was long, pointed and black; his shoulders a mossy green, a blend of the citron yellow of his head and the flat slate of his feathers.  He had a black dot of an eye, a bead of jet set in a field of sun.  Never had there ever been anything so perfect.  When she blinked he disappeared, the only evidence of his presence a gentle sway of the branch.  It was a sort of magic, unveiled to her.  He had been hers, even if only for a few seconds

Friday, April 27, 2018

WHITE-THROATED SPARROW


White-throated Sparrow
Home, Upstate South Carolina

                                             The goldfinches are back, or others like them,
                                             and the white-throated sparrow's five-note song,
                                             pleading and pleading, brings tears to the eyes.
                                             Nature repeats herself, or almost does;
                                             repeat, repeat, repeat, revise, revise, revise.

From the poem "North Haven"
by Elizabeth Bishop