Thankful Thursday–LWCF

Thankful Thursday
Land & Water Conservation Fund

Only recently did I learn of the Land & Water Conservation Fund (LWCF).

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This sign was posted in the new city park I visited. Clicking the blue link above, or the sign itself, will take you to the website where you can learn more about LWCF, what is being done in your state, etc. I discovered it supports over six million non-exportable jobs

I’m thankful for the preservation of natural areas, historical sites, employment opportunities, and green space so all of us can enjoy the great outdoors. 

 

 

Wild Bird Wednesday–Orchard Oriole?

Help! Can any Wild Bird Wednesday feathered-friend watchers identify this bird? It appears to be an Orchard Oriole, but having never seen one, I seek confirmation (or correction). 

Sunday we visited a wildlife refuge on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. This bird didn’t like me following it around with the camera, so I didn’t get very good shots. The black head covering, deep rusty-colored breast and rump, sharp beak and thin wing stripe led me to this conclusion.

This was the best shot of the beak, it seems too pointy to be a Black-headed Grosbeak.
This was the best view of the beak, it seems too pointy to be a Grosbeak.
This was the best shot of the wing bar.
This was the best shot of the wing bar.

Linking to Wild Bird Wednesday

Thanks for your help, and to Stewart for hosting the great meme.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers–7 March 2014

Copyright--Danny Bowman
Copyright–Danny Bowman

This is the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100-word story:

The Promised Land

Watching the cattle graze, Losingo’s mind raced with news of the impending move. The Masai were promised this land forever. Would his family be forced out? He’d heard stories of land taken, given to others. Inhabitants were moved to another promised land, one that could not sustain them. Their animals and children soon died. Would this be the demise of his loved ones? What choice did they have? They could stay here, surrender their animals, and sell beads and dance for tourists. Maybe they could earn enough to move to America. Surely its government wouldn’t force families onto reservations.

Looking at the photo, Woody Guthrie’s song kept playing in my head.
This Land is Your Land. (click for lyrics)
Thanks for reading, linking to Friday Fictioneers.