Few Changes in Birds as Poetry blogsville

Astute reader that you are, you’ll note that the corkboard backdrop (sooo yesterday, – Paris Hilton), has disappeared

Also each new blog will get a single header image to establish the theme of the blog.

Also for the time being, the images/story will be generated on my other site and sent here for re-blogging. (Not much else on other site, but I can experiment there to get the best look here.

Expect to see the overall theme change on this page, although I’ve said that before and its never happened.

Oh, and while I’ll continue on Flickr, expect to see the images on this site show more of the story of each event.   I can’t make Flickr tell a complete tale.

More to come as I try and redevelop this to express where I’m going photographically in 2015 and beyond.

Probably see many more quotes from Jon Young and Rod MacKiver, and Lao Tze and Winnie the Pooh.  Oh, well its that sort of mind.

Enjoy the ride.

Hmm, a Goshawk up there, what is it doing?
Hmm, a Goshawk up there, what is it doing?

Walking at Woodlands

DJ's Birds as Poetry

Heads up. We were off to Woodlands Historic Park.
Of course the attraction was the possibility of finding Flame Robins.
And that would have been nice.

Said she as we drove up the Ring Road. “Do you think the Backpaddock will be open?” Must admit hadn’t thought about it, but the chances I had to agree were a bit scary.
But, this time the paddock was open and we ventured in. Been awhile since we’ve been that way, and I think I have Grey Box forest sap running in my blood, as I began to feel quite comfortable in that deep grey and green area.
However try as we might, not a Flame to be seen. “Put it down to the dry weather,” said EE. Again not in a position to argue.
And I’d gone out prepared with the tripod, lenses and gear, so after several hours of walking and…

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