Hopefully you noticed my absence since last Tuesday when I left for Colorado. Originally, I’d planned on blogging from Colorado, but unfortunately, or fortunately, those plans fell through. Although I’ve always managed to blog from my son’s house before, for some reason my server in Florida refused his ISP and I was unable to see, post to, or receive email while in Colorado.
The first day I obsessed over my inability to get on, particularly because I couldn’t understand why we were suddenly blocked from the site, even though I was able to check it the first day I was there. It wasn’t until I had some shots to post that I was denied access to the site. Tyson suggested I had probably tried to access my site with the wrong password and after a number of attempts it had simply denied me access.
Too bad, too, because the weather was grand and I was getting a number of photographs that I really liked. The first day I was there, Jen and Sydney took me to see the Great Horned Owl nest, an experience I repeated nearly every day I was there, though I never got better shots than the first day I was there:
The longer I was there, the more leaves that appeared, making it more and more difficult to get a clear shot.
Once I decided that I probably wasn’t going to get any better shots, I focused more on the Yellow-Headed Blackbirds, a bird seldom found back here in Washington:
I faced an entirely different challenge in photographing this bird, because they like to hide in the reeds and seldom stay in one spot, though I found them in the same area every time I went back the pond. Luckily, I didn’t spot the rather large snake (prairie rattlesnake?) on the edge of the pond until the last day I was there or I might not have gotten this shot.
I also managed to entertain myself by stalking this Redhead Duck, another bird seldom seen in Western Washington. Considering how crowded the park was, I was surprised how shy this bird was whenever I pointed a camera its way.
Disconnected or not, seeing birds has become a way to connect to wherever I go. Luckily the grandkids seem to like “birding,” too, as the two older ones were always up to joining grandpa on an outing.
Some of my favorite shots weren’t of birds at all:
Birding allows me to share my love of the environment with those I love, and it doesn’t get much better than that.