All photos were taken along the Hudson River in New York.
Just read that this Judy Garland musical was the last time she would make it through a film without any major issues. This is a fitting title as we negotiate the current pandemic. I am posting 2020 summer birds that have gotten me this far. My hope is that everyone stays well and safe. WearContinue reading “In the Good Old Summertime”
I have been posting a bird photo every night since April 1, 2020. Some in my family have not been seeing them and asked if I am still taking pictures of birds during this COVID-19 pandemic. Uh, yes. I was social distancing long before it became a serious need. The red-winged blackbird is at theContinue reading “Bonnie’s Bedtime Birdies”
Most have seen these photos. I chose six that I consider to be superior.
It is time to post a few recent photos. The raptors always come first. Then it is for the little guys.
My barn was open to all kinds of visitors during the Ossining Arts Council Open Studios Tour 2018. I had kept the feeders filled all week long in hopes of having a few birds at the feeders as people perused my photos. I learned that I have to sit outside in my backyard for muchContinue reading “Open Studio”
Hey, folks, California needs water. That is the first priority when looking for birds. Found a few here and there in the desert.
The leaves are turning and the birds are leaving. Well, some of the birds are leaving. The ospreys are off to warmer climates along with the phoebes and monarchs. Thankfully, they love the camera. The very young heron may never leave. It appears to have imprinted.
Those wonderful juvenile great blue herons are migrating west to the Hudson River. I felt bad for this skinny youngster at Oglevie’s Pond that couldn’t seem to catch a fish. If only I could get it into my backyard I would stock my hot tub. Fingers crossed that at least half of the new birdContinue reading “August Adolescents”
My favorite totem, the great white egret, entertained me. The purple martins are seriously thinking about a new home. Local, ordinary birds were just doing their thing. And butterflies flitted.