When I was raising my son in the 80’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was a very popular cartoon. So when I saw this little guy my brain said “Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo or Raphael?” This is the first time I had seen a baby box turtle on the trail in the park. Best of all I know why this little being was there for us to see on our morning hike.
Thirty seconds prior to my spotting our little ninja turtle we startled a hawk on the trail. As it flew away there was a muffled plunk sound. When we arrived on site a stunned little turtle was running for cover. They are a lot faster than their bigger counterparts.
Witnessing all the chaos was a semi well hidden chipmunk (spotted by my husband). I got one photo and she was on her way. We have seen many large raptors this year on low branches, logs, and lifting off from the Forest floor. I would not stay out in the open long if I was a small being.
Happy Trails ♫ ♪… and Love to ALL!
Melting in the heat and humidity of the Rainforest is a cleansing experience. Toxins leave the body and Soul with each drenched step up the mountain side. I am bathed in the light rising up through the Trees as the sweet song of a Scarlet Tanager revives my Soul.
Ever wonder if the Forest is looking back? Check out the Whitetail Deer photobomb photographs. Even though I took clearer images of the second Deer it made me realize how much I likely miss when I am hiking. I think the Deer with the antlers is a doe not a buck based on size and herd group.
Love to ALL!
My husband and I were finishing our hike early this morning when we heard a Hawk call. I often reply as the Red-Tailed Hawk as is the only call I have mastered to a small degree. In this case it turned out to be a Blue Jay pinging the avian network to see if there was a Hawk in the area. A nice trick to make sure the Forest is clear for small bird flight. Why Blue Jays imitate Hawks
At the bottom of the hill a fellow hiker was staring up into a Tree. We slowed down to avoid scaring whatever she was viewing. There was a large nest up in the pine with an equally large bird rustling around. There was a debate as to Owl or Hawk until I got a look through my lens.
Yes, it was irresistible and I tried out my Hawk call skills. After a couple of tries it hopped onto the branch above the nest. Scanned the sky then began grooming. Another call and it look right at me with a direct but curious stare. After an extended 15 plus minutes photo shoot we left for home. These are my first close-up Hawk photos…
Yes, I talk to the Trees. Touching one or more I assure them of my friend status. I thank them for allowing me into their home. Science has discovered what many of of us who Love Nature already knew, the Trees are communicating. Tapping into a vast communication system along each trail we can listen to the wisdom of the Trees.
We have learned Fungi creates hubs and routers along each root system spreading out from large “Mother Trees” to communicate the needs of the ecosystem. Long ago the vast Forest systems of continents communicated coast to coast. Then man savaged the delicate balance by chopping down the elder Trees and clear cutting. Each protected Forest has become an island in need of our protection. We must save them to save ourselves.
“Professor Suzanne Simard now believes large trees help out small, younger ones using the fungal internet. Without this help, she thinks many seedlings wouldn’t survive. In the 1997 study, seedlings in the shade – which are likely to be short of food – got more carbon from donor trees. Says Simard in the 2011 documentary Do Trees Communicate? “In fact they are interacting with each other, trying to help each other survive.”
A year ago I was strolling through the Historic District in Hot Springs, Arkansas taking numerous photographs. Somehow I lost track of the folder on my computer and rediscovered them 364 days later. I am always fascinated by images rediscovered as I can relive the journey that led me to them. In this case it was a stroll to the post office. Discovery in the search for a language translation and a lily name is a joyful experience.
When I saw the image above I did not know the language of the additional text. Although it was taken in the US I felt as if I was transported to another time and continent. Swahili Translation: Cold As Ice Coca-Cola Refreshment.
In a window box beautiful yellow lilies bloomed and I was drawn to their Hibiscus like coloring. Further investigation gave me a name, Cana Lily.
A sweet female house sparrow stopped to allow me to take her portrait. Crossing the street to reconnect with the art of Quapaw Bathhouse fish in shell decorative detail.