Two! But which owl is the original?

I’ve followed the Being Bodeker blog for a while. Nothing like it. She appears to know a whole heck of a lot about birds. Her images are magnificent … like what you would find here in this blog about an owl.

Being Bodeker

IMG_5126[1] Coralee, there’s TWO!!!!

Several hours after posting yesterday about the red morph Eastern Screech-owl the kids found in a dead tree’s cavity above our creek, Brian & Merritt found the owl again using binoculars in the yard, but s/he now had a mate! Another red-morph ESO!

Two red morph Eastern Screech-owls; Benton County; top right owl appears larger, so female?  Male on bottom left? Two red morph Eastern Screech-owls; Benton County; top right owl appears larger, so female? Male on bottom left?

IMG_5127[1] Top right owl.

 They were dozing.  Opening one eye every now & then.  Roosting in a cedar/juniper tree just a few steps up-creek from the cavity.

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IMG_5125[1] Top right owl, probably the female…which makes me think she is new. IMG_5049[2] So who am I? This is the original owl we saw…do you think this is the owl in the top right or the bottom left? The bottom left owl is smaller & males are smaller. IMG_5124[2] Click to enlarge. Bottom left owl appears both smaller & a darker shade…

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Child of the Wind

From Bruce Cockburn (long “o”, silent “c” and “k”).  Lyrics from “Child of the Wind”.  Cockburn’s lyrics (some of them) are so wonderful.  Some of you may be familiar with a tune entitled “Wondering Where The Lions Are”.  That is a Cockburn tune.  Here are some selected lines from “Child of the Wind”.  Hearing him sing it is worth your time:

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?      v=g_SL4QK6VVY

http://revkevinrogers.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html
http://revkevinrogers.blogspot.com/ 2012_01_01_archive.html

Child of the Wind I love the pounding of hooves / I love engines that roar / I love the wild music of waves on the shore

http://entertainmenttoday.net /dvd/16391/2014/05/ bruce-cockburn-pacing-the-cage/

I love the wild music of waves on the shore / And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars / Love my sweet woman down to the core There’s roads and there’s roads / And they call, can’t you hear it? / Roads of the earth / And roads of the spirit 

http://www.landscapehdwalls.com/rural-road-587/
http://www.landscapehdwalls.com /rural-road-587/

The best roads of all / Are the ones that aren’t certain / One of those is where you’ll find me / Till they drop the big curtain

Hear the wind moan In the bright diamond sky These mountains are waiting Brown-green and dry I’m too old for the term But I’ll use it anyway I’ll be a child of the wind Till the end of my days

http://donaldsdish.ca/2014/02/17/bruce-cockburn-experiencing-the-world-through-bruce-cockborns-iris/

Little round planet In a big universe Sometimes it looks blessed Sometimes it looks cursed Depends on what you look at obviously But even more it depends on the way that you see

Hear the wind moan In the bright diamond sky These mountains are waiting Brown-green and dry I’m too old for the term But I’ll use it anyway I’ll be a child of the wind Till the end of my days

Working with Indigenous Australians…

Wow. I mad sure that Baz doesn’t mind my re-blogging some of his posts. You’ve see some of his posts before. This wild. It fits with this blog, Wilder Man on Rolling Creek.

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Anne Beadell Highway

The opportunity to visit an extremely remote and arid part of Australia came my way the other day, an opportunity to spend time in country with a group of traditional landowners and aboriginal elders deep in the desert region of Western Australia.

“The Landy” will be pointed westward travelling deep into the desert region, crossing sand dunes and making tracks as our small convoy travels deep into the desert.

We will make tracks where no other European Australian’s have previously been as much of this trip will be completely across country, no roads or tracks to follow.

They say one door closes and another opens and crikey, isn’t that the truth!

Recently I wrote a piece on “Fate, are you a Believer” after forgoing a trip to climb a 6,500-metre peak in Nepal, but missing the terrible natural disaster that devastated the country following last week’s earthquake; a…

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