Friday’s Hunt v3.20

Friday’s Hunt

This week’s prompts are Starts with T, Week’s Favorite, and Food.

T is for Trail

Mirror Lake, Norfolk Botanical Garden

Week’s Favorite and All Seasons: Light and Airy describe the layers of the dress.

Out of my comfort zone: Street photography is a type of photography that features subjects in candid situations within public places.


The Osprey grasps its fish dinner with the talons of its right foot. 

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and All Seasons


Wild Bird Wednesday #213-Osprey

Wild Bird Wednesday

Mid-August, we wandered some back roads along the Rappahannock River on our way home after a weekend with family. The Osprey perched on this limb where it had a literal bird’s-eye view of the river. Evening approached, time to look for a little something for dinner, and fish was on the menu. 

The camera lens extended into digital zoom, and I shot from inside the car, elbows anchored on the door to serve as a tripod. Frame after frame, I couldn’t get a clear shot. I finally realized the car’s idle caused enough vibration to interfere with clarity. Hubby shut off the engine, I got this shot, and called it a day. 

Below is one of about a bazillion reasons (slight exaggeration) to stay inside the car. It’s yellow-fly season, and those little buggers bite! On vacation a couple years ago, I had a run-in with them. Apparently, I tasted a lot better than hubby. They drew blood! We didn’t stay on that beach long.

Patiently waiting on the other side of my car window.

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Wild Bird Wednesday #200! – Osprey

Congratulations, Stewart, on 200 Wild Bird Wednesdays! Thanks to all who participate and make this possible. This week on WILD BIRD WEDNESDAY, I’m sharing a day in the life of an Osprey. Clicking on a photo brings up the slideshow, and scrolling over an image reveals the captions.


Willy Nilly Friday 5 #47

Willy Nilly Friday 5

1. My “gardening buddy” from a previous post found a friend. The friend came for lunch with a flock of pigeons. When the pigeons were startled and fled the scene, my little buddy went with them. I guess it gave up the gardening life to be a bird. 

My “buddy” sits on the left with the unruly feather. That’s how I identified it.

2. Last weekend, we took a different route to Norfolk Botanical Garden to find an Osprey nest hubby learned about from a coworker.

Osprey are resourceful, look at all those recycled materials!

3. I need to post this photo (from Norfolk Botanical Garden) in my garden so the newly seeded bed will know what it’s supposed to be when it grows up. 

Butterfly garden

4. Found this chart for flower ID posted at the botanical garden. 

Or were they showing their seeds what look to strive for?

5. You know it’s hot when even the pigeons lie around the pool! 




Five Photos, Five Stories–Day One

Five Photos, Five Stories–Day One My sweet friend, Dianna at These Days of Mine, tagged me to join the fun with this recent photo/story challenge.  The rules for Five Photos, Five Stories are 1) to post a photo a day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.  It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph. And 2) each day, nominate another blogger for the challenge. Here goes:

Juvenile Osprey–Out on a Limb

The story for this photo starts with a lovely young lady (that part is fiction) who set out to explore the great, wild, unknown parts of her fair city. Her goal: To commune with nature and get a bit of exercise in the process The trail she chose parallels the edges of a lake and a creek. The beginning of the trail wends its way through a marshy area. The dense greenery overhead shields her from the hot sun and provides nesting areas for numerous species of birds, brought to her attention by the demanding calls of the young for the parents to hurry up and put dinner on the table.  As she progresses, she notices underfoot this trail is not hard-packed like the bike trail she walked previously. Some areas hold loose sand as one would find on a beach. It provides a good workout for her calf muscles. It was rather narrow in places as the grasses and foliage carried out their sinister plot to take over. Just past the lake, the trail takes a sharp left and segues into a boardwalk. The surrounding wide-open area looks like a home for trees past their prime. Most are gnarled and bowed down to the earth, waiting to return to the soil. Those remaining tall and erect hold promise in their barren branches. They stretch forth their arms to welcome and invite the Osprey to build a home and nurture their young.                                                                                                

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I would like to nominate Pastor Joseph Elon Lillie of Lillie-Put to share Five Photos, Five Stories