There’s a new contributor today, but before highlighting his photos I’ll put up a singleton sent by regular Stephen Barnard:
I see lots of the exotic European Collared Doves here, but this is the first Mourning Dove (Zenaida macroura) I’ve seen on Aubrey Spring Ranch. Over the past three years or so the European doves, which are larger and more aggressive than the native Mourning Doves, have been taking over.
And some photos from reader Tom Hennessy with notes (the photos arrived Aug. 25). I’ll call this selection “Six ways of looking at a heron,” and give my own Stevens-esque take. Here are Tom’s notes (indented):
Last week my wife and I visited Duck, NC which is on a barrier island (the outer banks) between the Atlantic ocean and Currituck Sound. The sound is the home to a number of bird species, and while we were on the sound in the evening to photograph some gorgeous sunsets, we saw a number of Great Blue Herons (Ardea herodias). Initially, they were in silhouette with the sun behind them, but eventually I got some photographs of them lit by the setting sun. These are very graceful birds, and I was thrilled to get a number of shots of them. I used a Canon 6D with a 100 t0 400 mm lens for most of the heron photos.
At the sight of a heron
Blue in the blue light by the blue water
Even the bards of felinity
Would cry out in wonder.
Among the salty marshes of Duck Island
The only thing moving
Was the beak of the heron.
A crab and a mussel
Are one.
A heron and a crab and a mussel
Are one.
I do not know which to prefer,
The anticipation of noms
Or the nomming itself,
The heron scanning the water
Or gulping a fish.
O thin men of Carolina
Why do you imagine the buttered crab?
Do you not see how the willowy heron
Stalks the marshes?
The waters are placid,
The heron must be fishing.
Finally, a sunset, photographed by reader Karen Bartelt over Badlands National Park:












