Tag: birds
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Talking to the Mirror
Birds have a strange little habit. They are awed by their own reflection. This feathery fluff ball who comes to my verandah does the same. He is so taken by his reflection, he seems to be almost in love with it. Perhaps he thinks it is another bird, but then he never does try to…
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Having Fun
This little critter here seems to have quite a strong aversion to being photographed. Quite a few times have I reached for the camera, switched it on and pointed it up, only to find an empty frame. And that happened too many times for it to be a coincidence. We call this feathered little thing,…
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Rain on the Rhine
Even when the Rhine roared nearby, this little one seemed unaffected. It hopped around a bit. It alighted and landed at intervals , and it was some time before I got a shot. A slight drizzle disturbed the otherwise clear weather. The roar of the river descending down through the rocks contrasted with the tiny…
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Birds at dusk
Every photograph involves a story. It rises from a tale, a thought, a feeling or an emotion. Like roots of a tree, it lies hidden somewhere, until someone looks for it. This tree remains leafless until the rains. It sheds its leaves in remembrance of long ago winters. Yet when the rains come, it knows…
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