anole said:I just took this photo a few minutes ago (Sunday 4:10:16, 10:15AM), I have to sneak in while the mother bird is off. They have really developed since my last picture of four days ago. Feathers are getting better defined.
Anole
Growing like little weeds!
I am a strong believer in the simple fact is that what matters in this life is how we treat others. I think that's what living is all about. Not what I've done in my life but how I've treated others. ~~ Sharon Brown
I am a strong believer in the simple fact is that what matters in this life is how we treat others. I think that's what living is all about. Not what I've done in my life but how I've treated others. ~~ Sharon Brown
I am a strong believer in the simple fact is that what matters in this life is how we treat others. I think that's what living is all about. Not what I've done in my life but how I've treated others. ~~ Sharon Brown
Neat link! Those owls are beautiful! My little screech owl didn't stay very long. I believe he may have come in to catch a little Mexican Free-Tail bat that hung from the rafters. He's gone too...don't know if the owl got him. Know he's not around anymore because I no longer have guano on the car.
Mika, Wow ... lovely, lovely photos! I especially like that first one of the gull and the second with the gulls and that beautiful scenery! That pretty little bird in your last photo reminds me of a shorebird like a Sanderling, Sandpiper or Plover.
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~ Playing in the dirt is my therapy ... and I'm in therapy a lot!
Thanks, everyone.
Love mallards! Used to have a pair here, Darcy and Jemima, but we haven't seen them so far this year (another pair did visit, though).
@GrammaChar We have barred owls in FL and I am always happy to hear them to let me know they're still around.
Here is one of ours sitting on our roof.
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