My 52: Week 44

This week’s featured photographer is… drumroll please… my dad!!

Due to the fact that I myself have failed to get any bird pictures this week, and the fact that my dad just happened to email me several great ones, I have decided to share a couple of his pictures. I should probably point out that I failed to ask for his permission to do this, but due to the late hour, and since today is my My 52 deadline for the week, I am hoping that he won’t mind if I share his wonderful talent with you.

These ducks are currently residing in Albertson Park in Boise, Idaho. I love wood ducks and rarely see any myself, so this one was a special treat, and the handsome mallard seemed very excited that he was having his picture taken.

I have a feeling that somehow my dad knew I would be needing his help this week. Thank you, Daddy!!

My 52: Week 43

I had so much fun taking pictures of the horses this week that I forgot to get any of the birds. Thank goodness for the fence outside our front door! This little guy stopped by for a visit earlier this week. He had a friend with him, but she didn’t stick around long. Apparently she didn’t like me sticking my camera out of the window…

My 52: Week 42

I am a little slow, but I think I am beginning to figure it out…

When we arrived in Kentucky, I was surprised that we weren’t seeing any birds. The buzzards are always flying, but other than that, there has not been much of anything. Until recently.

The little songbirds are making a comeback, there was a robin at the ball field, and just yesterday we saw our first geese since arriving here a month and a half ago.

So, where we are used to seeing birds in the summer and not in the winter, here it must be the opposite. They spend the winter here, but venture North in the heat of summer.

Regardless of whether or not my theory is correct, it is nice to see some birds again.

My 52: Week 40

Remember that old house we found a few weeks ago? The one with the buzzard on top? Well, I was trying to get a shot of the bird taking off, and stood there focused on him for the longest time. Then, just when I decided to glance away, he flew off. Go figure. Needless to say, I didn’t have time to focus on him as he took off, and this is what I ended up with. Sort of reminds me of something one might see in a horror movie.