Scrub jay of summer (I hope I donβt get sued by Don Henley)
word-wrangler, bird-botherer, Aphelocoma apologist
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Scrub jay of summer (I hope I donβt get sued by Don Henley)
Didnβt see as many birds this morning. But still glad I went to look.
When I rolled up to the park, there were like thirty county or city work vehicles in the parking lot. Didnβt stay to see what it was so I went to a backup spot real quick. Northern mockingbird w nesting material.
We report: it is very late, and looking out to the west, the sun has been extremely stubborn about setting, the greedy thing. The last of the purple light is just beginning to fade, and the first stars appear behind the clouds. Tonight, we see Castor and Pollux before any other.
Oh my goodness. π₯Ή When I went to open the back window just now, I found this darling little mini-loaf* snoozing on the railing of the deck. *baby house sparrow
We report: there it is, this is June, to the East between the clouds. We try to remember what it was like the previous year, walking into summer, but we can barely recollect anything. It all gets lost in the heat, maybe, but we hear the beginnings of a shower at this very moment.
Sigil 5 (A Slow-Moving Tower of Babel)
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12" x 12"
Acrylic, Charcoal, Graphite, Collage, Silver and Gold Leaf
Wood Panel
We report: there was fog when we fell asleep last night, and it has not entirely lifted yet in the blue morning. There is a sea in the field. We are squinting at it as though it were the glare of the sun, hoping to see through it. We get mist in our eyelashes for our troubles.
We report: morning, the sunrise is starting to show colours through the clouds. The leaves are heavy with dew, and rain is fast approaching. The air is already charged with that humid morning smell, but there is definitely rain on top. It feels icy as it goes through our nose.
A White-crowned Sparrow in the garden
#birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #garden #sparrow
We report: it is marshy here, and there are all sorts of strange plants that we do not know, burrowed in the damp. So it is especially chilly at sunset, not matter how warm the day has been. The wet grass whips our ankles; the glare of the orange sun blinds us for a few seconds.
The 11th annual international Gender Census 2024 is now open until at least 13th June 2024!
https://survey.gendercensus.com
It's for anyone whose gender (or lack thereof) isn't described by the M/F binary. It's short and easy, and results are useful in academia, business and self-advocacy.
Here is a very much zoomed in look at one of the juveniles (the one shown on the left in the previous photo), mouth open to practice some gular fluttering (a way of cooling off by opening eir bill to help dispel extra heat). #TeamCorvid
earlier today I thought "damn I haven't photographed the moon in a bit" but then tonight happened
We report: as soon as the sun got high enough in the sky (early, the solstice is getting nearer), it got rather warm. No wind to speak of, so when the clouds came, they were welcome. Billowing mountains grew through the long afternoon from the dust on the horizon.
First known symbolic gesture observed in birds; scientists recorded the Japanese tit using repetitive wing movements to signal "after you" to others.
We report on a moonless night: the power is out in the neighbourhood. Our eyes are tired, it is a balmy spring evening, and when we look up, we cannot help but think the stars are about to fall on us. They flicker. We lose our balance as we forget where the ground is.