This Eastern Kingbird has the seldom seen orange-red patch on the top of the head. I’ve only seen this one other time.
As I mentioned a few days ago, I took a business trip to my happy place. Well, you know me. I wouldn’t leave on a trip without some gear anymore than I would go without a toothbrush. Come to think of it, I FORGOT my toothbrush and had to run to the supermarket. But I had some gear!
One of my suppliers is in Longmont, Colorado. I took the turn to go up their road and saw this herd of goats on the west side of the road.
When I drive down the road, I’m always “seeing the picture”. This was no exception, however I had an appointment and like so may pictures that I see and cannot stop…I just had to stay focused (on my upcoming meeting, not on the shots in my mind).
I arrived on time to my meeting and saw many of the colleagues that I worked with when I lived in Colorado. After the meeting, I started to head back to the hotel and saw the goats were moved over to the east side of the road. There was a young lady tending them. Me, being the quintessential smart-ass asked, “Are these your kids?” She looked at me like I was from Mars. I handed her my blog card and asked permission to photograph the goats. Fortunately, she said yes and since I was in business casual dress, there wasn’t any mace involved.
She had two kids that were born two days prior. They both look like they are trying to figure out what their tongues are..
Thanks for bearing with me on this one. I’ve never photographed goats before. It was rather fun. I am happy that I had an opportunity to work with them for a brief time. It was back to the hotel to get caught up on the day’s emails.
I had a couple of target species in mind when I visited Colorado. But since it was a business trip, I had a very limited time to go out. One of the species that I was hoping to get that would be relatively close to Boulder, but up in the mountains was the Mountain Bluebird. This male was found on Bald Mountain at an elevation of 7000ft above sea level.
In Colorado, they will migrate to the lower planes in the winter and head up to the mountains for the breeding season.
Be sure to visit Wild Bird Wednesday this week!
There are five subspecies of chipmunks in Colorado. Each species has it favorite elevation in which it lives. This little guy was feeding on grass seeds and refused to stop long enough for me to photograph his face.
This was photographed in Walker Ranch on the Meyers Homestead Trail.
I was recently on a business trip to Boulder, Colorado. I have three suppliers that I visit every couple of years. One of them was my former employer so I know Boulder fairly well. Colorado is my happy place. During the off business hours, I had a great time visiting some old places to see what changed or stayed the same.
This the view from South Boulder Creek at Cherryvale looking towards Long Peak.
Looking in the opposite direction is where the planes meet the foothills. That’s what Boulder is all about. The mountains are on the west side, the planes are on to the east. You can’t get lost.
On the west side of Boulder are the foothills. A drive up to Flagstaff Mountain will give you breathtaking views. There is a pullout about 2000 feet above town.
When you get up there in the late afternoon after the sun has warmed up the ponderosa pines, you can smell the sweet scent of vanilla from the tree bark.
I dug this one up from a trip we took across Rt 9 between Brattleboro and Bennington, Vermont. It isn’t very often that I make it across the Green Mountains when the view is so clear.
Yes, this is one of my comfort birds. It reminds me of when I lived on the side of a canyon in Colorado when I had Western Tanagers as a summertime yard bird.
Be sure to visit Wild Bird Wednesday this week.
I did a search this morning “piping plover boston globe”. The search results yielded something interesting. Every June, you can set you calendar by it, there is an article about Revere Beach and the Piping Plovers. In typical yellow dog journalism, there has to be controversy and bad information. Alas, it’s what papers are all about.
References to people being up in arms, bumper stickers saying that “Piping Plovers taste like chicken” and how all the people in Revere are against the piping plover because 500 feet of the people’s beach is fenced off littered my screen.
I don’t read the papers and I don’t watch the news. Therefore I may uninformed, but I’m certainly not misinformed. It’s not keeping my head in the sand, no I do pay attention to what’s going on around me and I prefer to do my own thinking…thank you very much. More and more of the media companies are being owned by fewer and fewer giant businesses. Stories are decided before any reporter is dispatched. Political opinions are bought and sold. A dangerous environment is created because it servers twisted political purposes and it sells papers.
It used to be a custom to wrap fish in newspapers. That tradition has pretty much ended, and thank goodness. I don’t like getting all that stink on my fish.
Well, I say, lets end the controversy and just wipe the bastards out and be done with it. The editors and reporters, not the plovers.
Up here in Ipswich, I go to Cranes Beach. It’s a very popular beach and is managed for wildlife. I’ve never heard one person walk up to a plover and say, “Dude, you’re in my spot.” Quite frankly, the folks know that the plovers are there and are quite respectful. But then, we don’t have dumbass reports coming this far north. It’s too far from the teat.
Every (and I do mean every) news story that I have had first hand knowledge of has been altered to the worse. I’ve seen honest people degraded, a fallen tree look turned into the greatest natural disaster of the century and the truth trampled upon.
If you are feeling that life is overwhelming, that it is all dangerous out there and the world is going pot then try this. Turn off the news and stop reading the paper for a three weeks. See if your outlook on life improves.