As the Audubon Society has clarified about Birbs, Borbs, and Floofs, Borbs are fat Birbs. This is a Purple Sandpiper on the left, looking like a fat, chocolate covered cake pop. On the right, a Borbish Ruddy Turnstone. I took this photograph on Huguenot Memorial Beach near Jacksonville, FL in February 2019 with my Nikon D5, 500mm PF lens, and Nikon TC 14 Eiii.
Somehow I managed to miss a most important addition to the lexicon: birb. It is “internet-speak” for birds. Apparently it’s been around for quite a few years. But, just the other day it came to my attention through a link from the Audubon Society. Being a passionate photographer of birds and even the roommate (I hesitate to say owner) of a Red-lored Amazon parrot, I should have known this long ago. Not all birds qualify as birbs but according to the Audubon Society’s article (see link above) all parrots qualify so I have my very own birb to show off. And not only are there birbs! There are also borbs and floofs. Watch this space for more birbs, and even some borbs, and floofs! Here is my very own birb, Bobo, as she goes about her daily excursion on the kitchen countertop in search of chili peppers. Nikon D500, Nikkor 105mm f/1.4
The past several summers I’ve visited Madera Canyon in Arizona to photograph hummingbirds, one of my favorite birds. At Madera Canyon we have the opportunity to photograph quite a few different species of hummers and occasionally, we’ve seen a Violet-crowned hummingbird there. But until we visited Patagonia, about twenty miles south of Madera Canyon, I had never photographed a Violet-crowned hummingbird. At the Nature Conservancy Preserve visitor center in Patagonia we had one very cooperative Violet-crowned hummer. He stayed with us all afternoon. We had a severe thunderstorm while we were there under the protection of the center’s canopy. Much of the afternoon, this hummer chose one of the metal perches with some protection from the overhang of the roof.
Magee Marsh in Ohio on Lake Erie is a treasure. When the warblers are passing through on their annual migration, the numbers and species there at any one time vary considerably. Birders and photographers crowd the boardwalks to capture a glimpse or get a shot. The dense thicket of trees and shrubs surrounding the boardwalk make it a challenge to see the birds clearly without them being obscured by twigs and leaves. This year, no one will get to watch this incredible migration at Maggie Marsh. But, I was there last year. This is a Northern Parula perched on a small branch in the open. Taken with Nikon D500, Nikkor 500mm PF, Nikon TC 14EIII.
Thursday, March 26, was supposed to be opening day for Major League Baseball teams including the Baltimore Orioles. For those baseball fans that are missing MLB, I can offer a real Baltimore Oriole for which the team is named. I think its brilliant plumage is cheerful and uplifting. I photographed this Baltimore Oriole at Magee Marsh in Ohio last May using my Nikon D500, Nikkor 500mm PF, and Nikon TC 14EIII.
The storm clouds threatened. But the red barn, nestled near a small thicket of trees on the mostly treeless farmland in the Palouse, gets just a touch of light as the sun comes up.
The Cape Meares Lighthouse isn’t the only attraction at Cape Meares on the coast of Oregon. The views from the trails surrounding the lighthouse are gorgeous. The sights are enhanced by the sounds of the sea as its waves crash against the shores. This was taken mid January as winter storms were clearing briefly. Nikon Z7 and Nikkor 24-70mm f/2.8 S.
Somewhere on the Palouse. It’s always uplifting to see rays in the sunrise.
On the side of the highway from Spokane to Pullman we found a little bit of Americana. While the structure itself was dilapidated and falling apart, the American flag on its face hung proud and bright.
When I first saw this weathered, dilapidated, and abandoned house in the Palouse two years ago, I fell in love with it. I’m not sure what it is about it but I wanted to return to it this year to try to capture the essence of it. It’s just one of the many abandoned barns, farm buildings, and houses in the Palouse. Their placement in the midst of this expanse of farmland with the vast sky above make them seem like lonely outposts but these structures only add to the charm and intrigue of the Palouse. Two years ago we met the owner of the surrounding land and learned that the home had been his wife’s parents’ home until about fifty years ago. Apparently, no one wanted to live there but they’re not removing it from their land.