For a moment on Saturday

These were taken from my front yard.  They are not my best work, but trying to get closer forced this lovely wader to retreat into the trees.  The visit was nonetheless an exciting one for me.

Clicking on these will afford a closer and better view!  😉


On-SaturdayI really wish this one had been clearer.  I am loving that reflection!

NOTE:  I have searched for this bird and believe it is the white form of the Great Blue Heron.  It was a very large bird!

Below is a link to the standard form of Great Blue Heron for comparison.

Great Blue Herons

A surprising added benefit to fallow pastureland

Our unmowed north paddock

On  the past two visits to the Mountain Farmlet I discovered another good reason to let a pasture lay fallow.




I never got to see them but oh how thrilling it was for me to hear them!   If I could have seen them they would look like this…

I observed that some of them call out “Bob-White”,  while others preferred to call “Bob-Bob-White”.  I never knew there were two forms of their calling.   Did you?

In my research I found out that the Bobwhite’s habitat is systematically disappearing.  Less habitat can mean only one thing… fewer Bobwhites.  Over time as we work our new property I must make sure to have at least one pasture out of use from spring through fall.

Now that I have found them, I want them to stay!

And so I leave you with a lovely audio-visual of the Male Bobwhite calling.  ENJOY!


Photo Friday: the hawk in the cemetery

On Saturday we visited Maple Hill Cemetery, which is the oldest cemetery in Alabama.   It was begun in 1818 when Leroy Pope sold two acres to the city.  Over the years the “burying-place” was officially named “Maple Hill,” and it has grown to just under one hundred acres in size.  It is a historical and quite beautiful place to visit.

PLEASE NOTE:  All photographs are clickable for a better/clearer view!


While driving out of the grounds I chanced to spy this fellow…

gorging himself on his catch of the day…


I thought him very photogenic…


and quite accommodating… 

although he did eventually grow tired of our intrusion on his dining experience, and grabbing his grub, he flew into the trees.


Note:  I am uncertain as to what kind of hawk this is, so I have sent a request for Bob of Texas Tweeties to help me ID him.  I will post his reply here when it comes.   🙂

UPDATE:  Bob believes it to be a Juvenile Red Tailed Hawk.  (See Comments below)  Thanks Bob!  🙂