Sunshine Act

Nature provides me inspiration. Sunshine brings me energy. Nature was my comfort zone and now I am chasing sunshine. Not only me, birdies are more active when they have more choices of berries and seeds. At least I have not seen a gold finch hanging himself upside down till now.

So hard to capture a warbler. They are so fast-paced that chance to have a clear shot depends purely on luck. When the light is good, success rate increases. I have not photographed them from this angel.

And guess what, sunshine brought me a golden opportunity to capture my favorite bird, another Western Bluebird:

Bluebird

Completely unexpected, I ran into a small flock of bluebirds. I may have seen one from distance in the past. This first closer encounter has made my day. Though he hid himself in the shade, I am content with what I got. You know I will continue to pursue that perfect shot particularly such a gorgeous creature.

Bewick’s Wren is not uncommon, but a clear shot in the right angle does not come easy. Two favorite birds in a shoot, I call it a good day.

 

Ready to Act

Winter is cold, but not cold enough to snow not mentioning ice. I love to photograph ice-coated vegetation, but no luck so far. Without hanging out with real birders, I did not know birding is an all-year-round activity. No ice, Birds are active and their action energized me.

However, I am not patient enough to wait around and capture the extreme action moment when the birds caught their prey. It is just the motion prior to the real action.

This is the last blog of the year and it sums up my six years of dedicated photography journey. I am ready to experiment something new which involves a small portion of photography.  I hope to continuously share what I am to capture and what’s in my mind going forward when time permits.

Happy New Year to YOU ALL who have been reading my blogs and my moral support.

Bird Talk and Thoughts

Passing through northern California, I was attracted to the sea of Snow Geese. They are the resemblance of Canadian Geese in our area. It’s so fun to watch their large community gathering on the field, taking off, and marching in the air. Birds have no place to ‘go home’, but their habitat is much beautiful and peaceful than ours. As a single, they might not look as distinctive as other exotic birds. As a whole, their uniform movement is quite interesting.

This is not the first time I intended to communicate with the birds. I could not get a good shot of the hawks until recently. When this Red-tailed Hawk turned his head to acknowledge my greetings, I was thrilled.  

First I saw the Hawk was harassing the Crow. Without having them exposed by the camera, I would never notice that it’s now the Hawk was running for life.  In our real life, we have our turn to be Up and Down. Don’t lose heart. Keep up and stick to the goal.

Egret has that beautiful white feather. It looks, even more, appealing when it’s all fluffy in the cold weather. Birds instinctively know how to keep themselves warm. I, however, cannot figure out why he stood there on one foot. Maybe his foot was hidden inside the feather for heat.

Ever since I began to get some hawk shots, there are more seen and captured. I have to say this is my theory of ‘secret of desire’. When you desire hard and long, things will become to unfold for you. 

Ibis has a unique curved beak and long legs. I have seen Egyptian Ibis in Asia and White Ibis in Central American, but this Glossy Ibis is new to me.

It was a shortstop and a brief bird walk. The findings are quite amazing. I only dropped a few here to share.

 

Raptors

Raptors are larger birds, such as Hawk, Eagles, Falcons, Owls, and Kites etc. the so-called Birds of Prey. They have strong talons and beaks to hunt their prey in a flash. It’s a photographer’s joy to capture them in action. I am an incidental photographer. Every once a while, I got lucky. If not, I am content with a clear shot.

American Kestrels are everywhere, but most of the time, way up there on the electric wires. This guy was not too far from me and the light is good, but he was just not looking in my direction. Out of desperation, I yelled and made all sorts of noise. Finally, he turned his head.

Usually, I either saw hawks hovering in the sky or perching on the fence by the road while I was driving. On this route recommended by my birding group, I saw at least 6 of Red-Tailed Hawks walking on the field. To most hawk shooters, this is nothing new, but it’s new to me.

Bald Eagle is the emblem of America. They have that distinctive and majestic outlook.  

Raptors themselves are beautiful creatures as long as I don’t witness how they tear their preys apart and demonstrate the nature of predators.

Blackbirds are nobody’s favorite, but in this instant, I appreciate their presence.

It’s all about Kingfisher

It was 34 degree. The wind was blowing. A complete furnishing set of coat, scarf, stocking cap and glove is still not sufficient. I wondered where to find birds in this bleak weather and environment at first.

One red-tail Hawk perched on a distant tree and one Northern Harrier were digging something on the ground, but they were so distant that my longest lens could not do justice. On the way out, we spotted this Kingfisher on the limb (if you can find it in the picture) and Great Blue Heron down below. Apparently, they were aiming at the same target – fish. Far as it appears, this is probably the closest encounter I ever had with a Kingfisher. Closer but still not close enough. Considerable details are lost after cropping and zooming. Still, this is so far the best Kingfish picture I have. The quest for a BETTER bird picture continues…

However, if not for this picture, I would never notice the interesting white spots circled around its wing. And, do you know he raised his tail when he calls? (see the image below)

The weather was not encouraging. I expected nothing to begin, but now I have a closer look at my favorite bird, back, front and sides. How cool is that? I am a true believer of JUST DO IT and EXPECT UNEXPECTED.

Duck in the Pond

Last week is probably the first time in the last five years that I skipped my weekly blog. Friends visit me from distance. I have been too busy to do much of anything besides rekindling the friendship with precious youth buddies.

A short break strolling at local Delta Pond yesterday, I found this mama Woodduck and her babies entertaining themselves in the steaming hot day.

Birding in Costa Rica (5) – simply cuties

The feeder with papaya and banana were taken over by the big birds. The little guy Rufus-naped Warbler was peeking and waiting patiently. 

The shining skin makes it look like a porcelain Strawberry Frog. The ‘carpet’ underneath is actually a patch of dry grass with brown spots in the jungle. Pictures can be deceiving sometimes, but most of the time is for the good cause.

At least a dozen shots were taken for this cute Collard Redstar. He was there for a good ten minutes and jumping all over the place.

I love the shot of this White-Collard Manakin . Wish he was closer and I don’t have to remove so much noise. The image gets a bit soft after noise reduction. Besides Motmot, Manakin is my another favorite.

Birding in Costa Rica (4) – Hummingbirds

The number and species of Hummingbirds are astounding in Costa Rica. It’s not hard to capture some shots except that perfect shots do not come easy, and I tend not wanting to shoot them off the feeder. I like them to be in the natural environment. It is more challenging but also more rewarding.  Just to show a few.

Birding in Costa Rica (3) – about Gender

White-Whiskered Puffbirds

They are a pair. But which one is male and which is female? The bird on the right is not only more prominent, more active and it’s the one who brought its mate the food.  I was surprised to know that she is the female.

It puzzled me how God created the male and female so differently. I guess it is a protection that they are the only ones who identify their mates.  They are small, about 4 inches.

Here is another case. The turquoise-blue colored bird is a male bird, and he is named Green Honey Creeper, named after the female bird. I am guessing. The male bird was found and called before the female came around.  I don’t blame the person who named and categorized the birds. There are just too many to be tracked.