tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48876115722044465162024-03-14T04:33:58.256-04:00Fish and Frog - Turtle and BlogBaker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-43698906296233620112009-02-16T09:27:00.001-05:002009-02-16T11:30:39.340-05:00This And That From Baker's Hat (IV)This photo has a feeling of fall in it, but it was taken at the beginning of the summer last year. I just like it for some reason. There's something there about the shades of brown and the random simplicity that appeals to me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhmmJUpwq7X2Yxp51qOQlbZZfpMb-Cde4dMz6Mk3sscX80Nx_Snx2ve9JN2ZOLeTMbq0V5_6C501OnU5r8a0wFgF7psN8Uf0hkFw79dmndoHB_3cpLjhrfrpB7rmhoAEtboRV98c5UPY/s1600-h/1-100_2001C2T.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhmmJUpwq7X2Yxp51qOQlbZZfpMb-Cde4dMz6Mk3sscX80Nx_Snx2ve9JN2ZOLeTMbq0V5_6C501OnU5r8a0wFgF7psN8Uf0hkFw79dmndoHB_3cpLjhrfrpB7rmhoAEtboRV98c5UPY/s400/1-100_2001C2T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253372923991549890" border="0" /></a><br />It's one of those that I look at and think that I almost captured it just right, but not quite. Every time I see it I want to go back and try again. And I like how it reminds me that there are often interesting photo opportunities right under your very feet and before your very eyes if you just look for them. You don't have to always have to have colorful and exciting subjects.<br /><br />Now what do you imagine this guy is thinking as he climbed this vertical tinted window?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5z2P_I6jWrnK_oVkjdH_T_kiz_i_ziKoSLNPv5bvcXnbQS_PlYH-BPvmL_ltJkG87ysqbhswalGalPOm5kjtVXpJHpkb3U2ms_5CRRRQlA4Hb6b9AO1zqB2id5UdJyx0tlnHVu4Xrq0/s1600-h/100_4941CXTRT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5z2P_I6jWrnK_oVkjdH_T_kiz_i_ziKoSLNPv5bvcXnbQS_PlYH-BPvmL_ltJkG87ysqbhswalGalPOm5kjtVXpJHpkb3U2ms_5CRRRQlA4Hb6b9AO1zqB2id5UdJyx0tlnHVu4Xrq0/s400/100_4941CXTRT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252403943504371362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Would you hurry up and take the picture already? I can't hold on like this forever!"</span><br /><br />This following photo was not taken around the pond, but at a nearby lake last July. It is a wild passionflower. The wild passionflowers in our region are know as 'Maypops' which refers to the apricot-sized fruit they produce which has a rigid outer shell, but a juicy, seedy pulp. Stepping on one would be much like stepping on an egg.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhC1zgMFGlnHh30TJViu_U7qYI9f4_4eZruKZASiTwb-n9Ed6Jn9uZxiw3w-uVeurU6cK-bsKsU7_fsoQM9LZ-58NaHaFXy26udNXPdGt3vpf8L81HeaLCANSEu1ckTpBE1dtWMjVLTNA/s1600-h/1-100_3326CSHPHLSD.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 359px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhC1zgMFGlnHh30TJViu_U7qYI9f4_4eZruKZASiTwb-n9Ed6Jn9uZxiw3w-uVeurU6cK-bsKsU7_fsoQM9LZ-58NaHaFXy26udNXPdGt3vpf8L81HeaLCANSEu1ckTpBE1dtWMjVLTNA/s400/1-100_3326CSHPHLSD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260452992159858274" border="0" /></a>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-26958956047420432522009-02-14T16:20:00.002-05:002009-02-14T17:28:15.216-05:00Flying ValentinesIt has been some time since I posted to the blog. Fortunately, Graceanne has taken up some of slack with posts over the past 2-3 months. Normally we would be posting a 'PhotoHunt' theme photo on a Saturday, but, considering the date, I thought I would post something a little different.<br /><br />The arrival of Valentine's Day brought back memories of some of our favorite visitors during the summer. I have posted about them before, but I just couldn't resist sharing some additional photo's with you. From the moment I saw the first one last summer I thought of Valentine's Day.<br /><br />These are Calico Pennants. Among the primary features for these dragonflies are the 5 markings down their back. The markings are often 'heart-shaped' and easily identifiable.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktgUgdXwP_EAVVb1f_tRxpSg7YnHEA66sAV3Xi5KEutupqmIAsQHQNf0mhk4EoJne7XOVj6btOtRm802F3XMHAml8T8pE1yeHVxP9OiKxJPtxGOeSP3BMz87IeoaUtSqsxMRSBEVyXGI/s1600-h/100_0143CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 384px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktgUgdXwP_EAVVb1f_tRxpSg7YnHEA66sAV3Xi5KEutupqmIAsQHQNf0mhk4EoJne7XOVj6btOtRm802F3XMHAml8T8pE1yeHVxP9OiKxJPtxGOeSP3BMz87IeoaUtSqsxMRSBEVyXGI/s400/100_0143CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302766937936312466" border="0" /></a><br />The red specimen above is the male. The female (below) is yellow or golden in color. You can see that her markings are even more heart-shaped than the particular male above, but we have also seen males with comparable markings.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojtnsVc0V8c6EPqnUgVidHXJT4Jt5xBQ-3eMeDqEOa7NGVilzhlre6F5EaEGHXELVC6c79pSGUyYG2GBpcj42OnAS_KJPsg_drr7yVth769KCROWc4xQ20a-xLvuZwzH25uerGakJEUI/s1600-h/100_0481CS.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 381px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojtnsVc0V8c6EPqnUgVidHXJT4Jt5xBQ-3eMeDqEOa7NGVilzhlre6F5EaEGHXELVC6c79pSGUyYG2GBpcj42OnAS_KJPsg_drr7yVth769KCROWc4xQ20a-xLvuZwzH25uerGakJEUI/s400/100_0481CS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302766936633179186" border="0" /></a><br />In addition to the markings along the body, these pennants also have distinctive wing markings making them among the most colorful and prettiest of the dragonflies that visit the pond frequently.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9sU1SV-gtpyagA3dxxXwGusZutuQZKXEbrrGX_OThwL2NNXmdljOh7Sop_ql8DpfTLS3Cy55j6kXmM7ABiR7VDUVFyzI1Z4241EsnJENdv5Uq3Z_kk9ScbfPo4LlqEq1H_RWRQMD7m0/s1600-h/100_0768CFL.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 382px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9sU1SV-gtpyagA3dxxXwGusZutuQZKXEbrrGX_OThwL2NNXmdljOh7Sop_ql8DpfTLS3Cy55j6kXmM7ABiR7VDUVFyzI1Z4241EsnJENdv5Uq3Z_kk9ScbfPo4LlqEq1H_RWRQMD7m0/s400/100_0768CFL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302766934932661906" border="0" /></a><br />The wing markings make them great subjects from any direction.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxiP3-2Ge9vS-rpJbXsmmAEHATIknTRLZ5UWRFrQ6vsf0deqq53ubSz19_rmgHVho6HT6z4ZbzpS76qrBf-zg9H2cEUmlz9fSxPRnS0XEXeNMkUtXVQ7GmM5u9DlimZ9yhL2OQdsVd6DU/s1600-h/100_0769CSHPHLSD.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxiP3-2Ge9vS-rpJbXsmmAEHATIknTRLZ5UWRFrQ6vsf0deqq53ubSz19_rmgHVho6HT6z4ZbzpS76qrBf-zg9H2cEUmlz9fSxPRnS0XEXeNMkUtXVQ7GmM5u9DlimZ9yhL2OQdsVd6DU/s400/100_0769CSHPHLSD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302766935723492418" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Valentine's Day to one and all.<br /><br />By the way. How do you like the new header?Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-71157135025846510332009-02-06T21:26:00.017-05:002009-02-08T22:44:46.713-05:00Bridges Near The PondWhile hunting for the Photo Hunt on Bridge(s)I realized there are more bridges around here than I thought about, so I want to share with you some "cool" pictures of various small bridges.<br /><br />The following bridge is the largest, and the most further away from the pond. This is one that goes over a swampy area out to a large lake somewhat back of Baker's and Graceanne's and other neighbor's properties. You may have seen another shot of this one some month's ago in the Photo Hunt for "<a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/road.html">Road</a>".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDaKp23onn-Y9_NE6etcOakJrPpsW72AHVzyWHtX1sxP7fjbHkQWiXH7-2eGfh_9xe2ezCRc1qM7gKchI0dyBsb8mWdK9mZ9SdBSdPEZb2ksjyPsjLxcJQKMGYpuxUrwNJb6NuFAw5T5Am/s1600-h/100_4596.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDaKp23onn-Y9_NE6etcOakJrPpsW72AHVzyWHtX1sxP7fjbHkQWiXH7-2eGfh_9xe2ezCRc1qM7gKchI0dyBsb8mWdK9mZ9SdBSdPEZb2ksjyPsjLxcJQKMGYpuxUrwNJb6NuFAw5T5Am/s320/100_4596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299899134540694882" border="0" /></a>Here are some of Baker's bridges. A small creek (or brook) runs across all the properties and eventually out into the big lake. This little stream runs (back of the dam) between the pond and Graceanne's house, curls around and goes between the back of Baker's house and his back pasture. This first one is from his back pasture to the front pasture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L7gKwG2J0OByjj7CJKiox6jc_uuGnyX7zzVpxK2tJ-TyOFt-mQVeA5oFBLp5cb8Rn1O1vcO4FQ2UI1YeBT4B9Lp52gNNdkBr_KN8vvv_Lrcbe4ixZoa_na0XjNVqMUT7RpovqMDQs7lT/s1600-h/100_1466.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L7gKwG2J0OByjj7CJKiox6jc_uuGnyX7zzVpxK2tJ-TyOFt-mQVeA5oFBLp5cb8Rn1O1vcO4FQ2UI1YeBT4B9Lp52gNNdkBr_KN8vvv_Lrcbe4ixZoa_na0XjNVqMUT7RpovqMDQs7lT/s320/100_1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299899782214669090" border="0" /></a>This neat bridge goes from a walk-path from Baker's to his back pasture and barn.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4w1Il_6qf-usoQ6QRulFy2AKKIdrYM8qF4s87zPp-EP9ScT3ja2haZpWY_t63Cf_uPHXgeEq5sZCEFtMSm9zL4Qsi8KaZE0UzKUjRTzagpJe2cx_UINdRTIjykVLgPZR2g1LBozvV9hgS/s1600-h/100_1469CIFLS.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4w1Il_6qf-usoQ6QRulFy2AKKIdrYM8qF4s87zPp-EP9ScT3ja2haZpWY_t63Cf_uPHXgeEq5sZCEFtMSm9zL4Qsi8KaZE0UzKUjRTzagpJe2cx_UINdRTIjykVLgPZR2g1LBozvV9hgS/s320/100_1469CIFLS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900017154384866" border="0" /></a>Here is another shot of the bridge. It is so pretty I wanted you to see it also.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIl_xNhcREHOMHRw-fk9WFm1Xqb8-1A4Xjfqb1e8tU6kUMiHvh75yKVzpc_TGD-TrVQDLAwEMgSM1P4keY5W-e7xonab7elZ_26xi8TKrP-OE37qTpsx_Gzl4ET8OorcGLnV6b3uxtszbl/s1600-h/100_1482CIFLS.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIl_xNhcREHOMHRw-fk9WFm1Xqb8-1A4Xjfqb1e8tU6kUMiHvh75yKVzpc_TGD-TrVQDLAwEMgSM1P4keY5W-e7xonab7elZ_26xi8TKrP-OE37qTpsx_Gzl4ET8OorcGLnV6b3uxtszbl/s320/100_1482CIFLS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900219298072162" border="0" /></a>This is Graceanne's little bridge across the brook from the pond to her house.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmMYOqOeE75wjjlRmRj4nXcVeYh-R0ubWsbSSYXFw-2LTJFQrSidOyMig7wtMviHstU-j2p_Ypa_ctZlGn2thUcTNV857zPoqQSb2jeOEdUJT_ZjNHBL3Q9XpMPDm3d3xOroVkmileJWQ/s1600-h/100_0688.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmMYOqOeE75wjjlRmRj4nXcVeYh-R0ubWsbSSYXFw-2LTJFQrSidOyMig7wtMviHstU-j2p_Ypa_ctZlGn2thUcTNV857zPoqQSb2jeOEdUJT_ZjNHBL3Q9XpMPDm3d3xOroVkmileJWQ/s320/100_0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900607951227218" border="0" /></a>And here is another shot of this one, which shows the water reflections.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeU3TOG83fx-sy9su3Ewa7fFQRTPtJAuyIXiLWBazUT9NC6QrlRvdgtr8_XHP16F-OX4LeS_rHuuR5nTVBGoXPhgXZEo0xwNbfsaTGqmrJVAuckvqJkN4z6HgrAtcyU8HkRVE5_u_0jm5/s1600-h/100_0689.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeU3TOG83fx-sy9su3Ewa7fFQRTPtJAuyIXiLWBazUT9NC6QrlRvdgtr8_XHP16F-OX4LeS_rHuuR5nTVBGoXPhgXZEo0xwNbfsaTGqmrJVAuckvqJkN4z6HgrAtcyU8HkRVE5_u_0jm5/s320/100_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900742171341890" border="0" /></a>Below is a bridge in progress. It crosses a small stream that runs from under the road and BESIDE the pond. These are pieces of a tall steel antenna tower used here before there was satellite. Baker brought them down and got them placed across the stream for AR and ER. It will lead from their place over to the pond.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3eyY0q5vU68t_R4de_z5biJmX-VasVZjny6ylipzKi3NzojVbeaEG0A842bZYkWBsK12gE4XPbmEQJGZxdvcEWkEilZlXxxsnL6agmz-uP71ZH4LWI0zVpinhURgiFQmpAkWIEwV0PPS/s1600-h/100_0700.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3eyY0q5vU68t_R4de_z5biJmX-VasVZjny6ylipzKi3NzojVbeaEG0A842bZYkWBsK12gE4XPbmEQJGZxdvcEWkEilZlXxxsnL6agmz-uP71ZH4LWI0zVpinhURgiFQmpAkWIEwV0PPS/s320/100_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900920123920066" border="0" /></a>Baker said to tell you, - This one is waiting for the stimulus package; then bring on the shovels and the wood & nails. Ha ha !<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIzbuyBOwfU6FxDYTY11OT9T4CurUmpG9psYq-FFOwY91WHuJ0SnoIhhcOIawPHuuuq2zoe44In4PAg-tvcczPpy8G0pCOUVbRq5exXP_SibY9nDI2oZuxzocNmD-f3A1b8KCZAUp4EKd/s1600-h/100_0701CIFLS.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIzbuyBOwfU6FxDYTY11OT9T4CurUmpG9psYq-FFOwY91WHuJ0SnoIhhcOIawPHuuuq2zoe44In4PAg-tvcczPpy8G0pCOUVbRq5exXP_SibY9nDI2oZuxzocNmD-f3A1b8KCZAUp4EKd/s320/100_0701CIFLS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299901046312613250" border="0" /></a>Hope you enjoyed our little tour of bridges.Graceanne Gratefulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597878065510080643noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-64655566389641298142009-01-31T22:22:00.001-05:002009-02-08T18:17:55.453-05:00The Most Furry Ones AroundWith this week's Photo Hunt theme as "Furry" I will introduce you to my two furry "kids", Pixie and Pansy. Since they live in my house with me, they live near the pond also. They are the most furry things anywhere around here as you can see. And I believe these animals must be the most loyal, affectionate, and loving creatures on the whole planet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnOjNSKBorzzgXejVb-NUkEhkeRN9N5O3JKylN-XwDKUkDlv9G6jKnpup7fIXPkl1xWlYYS0zlNdliSXF7RB4vbvgDjGVBTR85lE-T2b9-9xYnS-uknFtd1TK6SUPuQwGflBsUXxqJXpi/s1600-h/000_0024CIFLS.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnOjNSKBorzzgXejVb-NUkEhkeRN9N5O3JKylN-XwDKUkDlv9G6jKnpup7fIXPkl1xWlYYS0zlNdliSXF7RB4vbvgDjGVBTR85lE-T2b9-9xYnS-uknFtd1TK6SUPuQwGflBsUXxqJXpi/s320/000_0024CIFLS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297663361200151650" border="0" /></a>Now in case you don't know what kind these are, they are toy Pomeranians.<br />This is Pixie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7VAbYp_d-cU2DYP9bu7cSipfrkq53rp38gdGOkXLOWWuU4wn7Uwfr8ds8-Y09wqHM1vMMT63rIPwe21739JGkxKNlo_gRsIjKtf7ghKpXIxRNAnbpvWB_uUpT9DcpuK8_ltjPf91RdNM/s1600-h/Pixie+on+chase+lounge.+%28Small%29CIFLS.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK7VAbYp_d-cU2DYP9bu7cSipfrkq53rp38gdGOkXLOWWuU4wn7Uwfr8ds8-Y09wqHM1vMMT63rIPwe21739JGkxKNlo_gRsIjKtf7ghKpXIxRNAnbpvWB_uUpT9DcpuK8_ltjPf91RdNM/s320/Pixie+on+chase+lounge.+%28Small%29CIFLS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297605922356707298" border="0" /></a>Although Pixie is almost 17 years old (will be in April) and takes heart medicine now because of her old age, she is still otherwise healthy and gets around very well. She weighs between 7 & 8 pounds. Below is another photo of Pixie:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlxMpwcuue5icJLtEHnIx67hnZT_REAsti7kB6iJBZsQtgFYi9Gu8pMTb99t6DHliAXCTIDV_uBtj6JQS56ktNlruhkZFxEzceI8fXqFXOqRPWu9R2UTpBnE3ndgkamuSmN2rTJlulOOZ/s1600-h/Pixie+looking+up+at+Pansy+on+the+kitchen+table-1.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlxMpwcuue5icJLtEHnIx67hnZT_REAsti7kB6iJBZsQtgFYi9Gu8pMTb99t6DHliAXCTIDV_uBtj6JQS56ktNlruhkZFxEzceI8fXqFXOqRPWu9R2UTpBnE3ndgkamuSmN2rTJlulOOZ/s320/Pixie+looking+up+at+Pansy+on+the+kitchen+table-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297604910998008674" border="0" /></a>This is Pansy when she was an 8 week old puppy. We named her Pansy because her face looks like the dark face in the flower Pansy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxveiKUehgaAA73kv6XPsfRd2MToKQYEdbYlr_61x4UX4TVGV4GUHR5uyKCuD_V7n3j751lNLZve6qBwrCvC9UqQ5pO4bq_4rTRFcQmjPL9_vpzs1HGP5NxxrxrSy1Bmr0toOmiQ8IL7f/s1600-h/Pansy+-+First+pic+in+denCIFLS.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 398px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxveiKUehgaAA73kv6XPsfRd2MToKQYEdbYlr_61x4UX4TVGV4GUHR5uyKCuD_V7n3j751lNLZve6qBwrCvC9UqQ5pO4bq_4rTRFcQmjPL9_vpzs1HGP5NxxrxrSy1Bmr0toOmiQ8IL7f/s320/Pansy+-+First+pic+in+denCIFLS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297662373844366674" border="0" /></a>Pansy is a "parti-colored" Pom, 5 years old, and is almost as little as a "tea cup" Pom, as she only weighs 4 & 1/2 lbs. She is a first, as we never had a 'two-colored' Pom before. Though Pansy is fully mature she still acts like a puppy sometimes; she loves to play with her little stuffed toys, and she whines like a puppy when I come home. She is so loving and sweet its hard to believe.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQKBGvhdwW5Diifmzze-3YAvFQNwQ7JFVAfs0DLQMVZaTbG23tLzbpGcc-JS221SCjrneoTLlT8GD0eIGyftLfI0JUXXNhpTAeF0HjPYpruggxw6_yTxSJ-vjvzRr93TVK5xYCkcbb1Sf/s1600-h/100_5101CIFLS.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQKBGvhdwW5Diifmzze-3YAvFQNwQ7JFVAfs0DLQMVZaTbG23tLzbpGcc-JS221SCjrneoTLlT8GD0eIGyftLfI0JUXXNhpTAeF0HjPYpruggxw6_yTxSJ-vjvzRr93TVK5xYCkcbb1Sf/s320/100_5101CIFLS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297664351186332642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhfM2u_jteKZHHfxTLNYmA3yXSl2_UV7m4Eg9Saqu54ZTbDTN1Kf1Aifi59-lAbVUT55o6MOe67XqcAyTttTPtc-aEvhBYIroSqDF3DpVi_PdO8ofWsvZXb0E3S8Gy5Ux65YJCvwVxXpSQ/s1600-h/100_1312.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhfM2u_jteKZHHfxTLNYmA3yXSl2_UV7m4Eg9Saqu54ZTbDTN1Kf1Aifi59-lAbVUT55o6MOe67XqcAyTttTPtc-aEvhBYIroSqDF3DpVi_PdO8ofWsvZXb0E3S8Gy5Ux65YJCvwVxXpSQ/s320/100_1312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297664498333532722" border="0" /></a><br />I had never seen or even heard of a Pomeranian until I was grown. When I was still dating my husband, he took me to see some Poms that a family owned in his neighborhood and I fell in love with them. After we married we saved aside a little money at a time and in 1955 we bought our first Pom puppy, a little orange male whom we named Teddy Bear.<br /><br />Below is another picture of Pansy with her other favorite toy, her elephant.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsz7m-xlXGFeD37RwxXZ4OP7bu7bLLGmNgvMtIeRnbuwaGPJX1Js5d4Dh6QpXfCfeZEBLdr2yaloAPWz-sezU0C0nupjMtxy-3kwJd9A-r12DxzofxLdVqwtQV9PXfj18TCEm1VhyE6-u/s1600-h/101_0102CIFLS.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsz7m-xlXGFeD37RwxXZ4OP7bu7bLLGmNgvMtIeRnbuwaGPJX1Js5d4Dh6QpXfCfeZEBLdr2yaloAPWz-sezU0C0nupjMtxy-3kwJd9A-r12DxzofxLdVqwtQV9PXfj18TCEm1VhyE6-u/s320/101_0102CIFLS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297605249556624898" border="0" /></a>We/I have had Pomeranians for almost 54 years now. That's a lot of Furry ! - And oh, what a joy they have been.Graceanne Gratefulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597878065510080643noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-90599781795936341942008-12-22T20:53:00.000-05:002008-12-22T21:47:13.186-05:00We Wish You A Merry Christmas!Since everyone is busy with family and friends during this season of the year we may not be posting until after the holidays are over, so we are sending you a Christmas card. I painted this picture some years ago for my card that year, when the pine trees were much smaller than they are now.<br /><br />Both Baker and I want to wish you all a VERY Merry Christmas and a Happy and prosperous New Year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcUUFVOIcN-LVSWNvhwOWXvlPUSJUoKgkujqTBOOppNqOGfYPDCaKU8pOiFsrEtgLAV_pBwqyPicLineF1dxgGA9AwE1iOZQT6nEEElfyfiGbMs6cvICPUJ0Yy5CcdNCXMdmIQKpR7v1uX/s1600-h/Winter+At+The+Pond.jpgCRIS.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcUUFVOIcN-LVSWNvhwOWXvlPUSJUoKgkujqTBOOppNqOGfYPDCaKU8pOiFsrEtgLAV_pBwqyPicLineF1dxgGA9AwE1iOZQT6nEEElfyfiGbMs6cvICPUJ0Yy5CcdNCXMdmIQKpR7v1uX/s320/Winter+At+The+Pond.jpgCRIS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282806493644157138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">"Winter At The Pond"</span>Graceanne Gratefulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597878065510080643noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-19026112252595984732008-12-15T18:47:00.000-05:002008-12-15T20:43:10.915-05:00Photo Hunt FavoriteHi folks, I am sorry about being late with Photo Hunt again this week.<br /><br />This blog being primarily about the pond and surrounding area, it was hard to come up with a favorite. Since winter is here there is not much going on around the pond; no one is coming fishing because it's too cold, the fish aren't eating much so they don't follow Baker around, the turtles have dug into the mud to sleep, the frogs and lizards have also hibernated, and there are no pretty insects around. - SO there's not much to post about the pond right now.<br /><br />My favorite season of the year is Spring as everything comes alive again. These are my favorite photos that I took of the pond last spring. If you have been following the blog from the beginning, you may have seen one similar to this first one as the header, but here is a different shot:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLJ3tYVxchyhuwISRf4nOSrtkosSFMy5HsqTOeu9uNqprS_jlRObQWxET6J5zbxD4mToxHDtXuRwt4kEQ-AnNE8_PBi-1FJmYaJLX6YnEf3vlF0De8PLAopiQ77MS2H60T-ReuemUfd30/s1600-h/100_0569.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLJ3tYVxchyhuwISRf4nOSrtkosSFMy5HsqTOeu9uNqprS_jlRObQWxET6J5zbxD4mToxHDtXuRwt4kEQ-AnNE8_PBi-1FJmYaJLX6YnEf3vlF0De8PLAopiQ77MS2H60T-ReuemUfd30/s320/100_0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280176826176491362" border="0"></a><br />I love the limbs with the fullness of the Dogwood blossoms.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1AQzD_vF3aCj3R59pHUL_K_6FrXOpRpCrJEr-ewtasOLfLXzWWvqQTtbF7iAAJClfY64R_O_P3VJ-SRodp_0MFxXhdudi0y4PdhysZ3OduellKFABGkzIegcV7hUo8cRfR3g1QGqLHv5h/s1600-h/100_0559.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1AQzD_vF3aCj3R59pHUL_K_6FrXOpRpCrJEr-ewtasOLfLXzWWvqQTtbF7iAAJClfY64R_O_P3VJ-SRodp_0MFxXhdudi0y4PdhysZ3OduellKFABGkzIegcV7hUo8cRfR3g1QGqLHv5h/s320/100_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280177065546737330" border="0"></a><br />The sun shining on the flower petals was spectacular.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVOREsS98SWYQ4uHveOaj0hf2EbGeTceNGILgK467GMUVcQ2IX25BT43z-GB_o4L0NXglcjcHIWTO6qzjDODAyRlgp407lr33md8AKS_a_EwSOtUREmo6fhD9L_3wEan1aT_TbVikyBQM/s1600-h/100_0560.JPG"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVOREsS98SWYQ4uHveOaj0hf2EbGeTceNGILgK467GMUVcQ2IX25BT43z-GB_o4L0NXglcjcHIWTO6qzjDODAyRlgp407lr33md8AKS_a_EwSOtUREmo6fhD9L_3wEan1aT_TbVikyBQM/s320/100_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280176827530235042" border="0"></a><br />Well,I guess we'll just have to tolerate the cold until my favorite season comes around again.<br /><br /><a href="http://tnchick.com/" target="blank" rel="tag">PhotoHunt</a>Graceanne Gratefulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597878065510080643noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-86880601918152076382008-12-06T18:17:00.000-05:002008-12-06T19:02:13.919-05:00Feeding BreakfastThe PhotoHunt theme for this week being "Breakfast" made me think about the greatest breakfast we had seen around the pond.<br /><br />Both Baker and I saw the Bluebirds feeding this summer but neither of us were able to get a good close-up photo of them, so below is a painting on my handmade paper of bluebirds feeding their young. The title of this painting is "Waiting To Feed".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlGhdCJIGDuFJwlTc6X8twnboozAbMlj7x1ZciHUg7etC60wKF7Z3whC_qhn92Av_cWBgDqgf1fvDu7WsZKBTnh5xe91D32GJbGSm8tIjPQ9WQscPIQLRpM-8CHBCiuv144hNTnJdRAjJ/s1600-h/Waiting+To+Feed.jpgIFLRS.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 381px; height: 521px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlGhdCJIGDuFJwlTc6X8twnboozAbMlj7x1ZciHUg7etC60wKF7Z3whC_qhn92Av_cWBgDqgf1fvDu7WsZKBTnh5xe91D32GJbGSm8tIjPQ9WQscPIQLRpM-8CHBCiuv144hNTnJdRAjJ/s320/Waiting+To+Feed.jpgIFLRS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276755995839657410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://tnchick.com/" target="blank" rel="tag">PhotoHunt</a>Graceanne Gratefulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597878065510080643noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-35497073864292476252008-11-20T14:45:00.001-05:002008-11-20T17:43:18.355-05:00Autumn Around The PondA few days ago I took some photos while the trees were in their autumn beauty in this area. The news said that last weekend was the peak time for the autumn scenery in the north Georgia mountains. Our trees here turn color later than that and many are still pretty here, so I wanted to show you a few pictures of autumn around the vicinity of the pond.<br /><br />This first one is looking east from my porch toward our road out front. The horizontal line through the woods on left is the dam of the pond. A small stream runs between the house and the pond.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ97vbtGqkbAZzjzKKFVacIaHkU84jegmT9z-u8c7uJkB9xP6SmqlNGs67QIsezs1nUZxgvtoer0YAHucYXrj6qkO2FLOPO_C15HevjaMPf7tDtmFVdklSxPy9YPTYBTozM7Vrg8fsTac6/s1600-h/100_5122.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ97vbtGqkbAZzjzKKFVacIaHkU84jegmT9z-u8c7uJkB9xP6SmqlNGs67QIsezs1nUZxgvtoer0YAHucYXrj6qkO2FLOPO_C15HevjaMPf7tDtmFVdklSxPy9YPTYBTozM7Vrg8fsTac6/s320/100_5122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270835183840144962" border="0" /></a><br />Looking northeast from the porch you can see the glen next to the small stream.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVp1AAYOjUu8wG4wF5-6nLKcDatSCwQ40DPsM3jt9aznSknjTXhZ0fWk8u6u_v-8EJBqtvtmZyKtUagD8lnqjqw7iBQ-rxzTHqfYkkxnZ3oCXbllahY5R9aBkCv7nNgE4GryotPFfAX5V/s1600-h/100_5123.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVp1AAYOjUu8wG4wF5-6nLKcDatSCwQ40DPsM3jt9aznSknjTXhZ0fWk8u6u_v-8EJBqtvtmZyKtUagD8lnqjqw7iBQ-rxzTHqfYkkxnZ3oCXbllahY5R9aBkCv7nNgE4GryotPFfAX5V/s320/100_5123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270835194170532706" border="0" /></a><br />The scene here is southeast looking toward the driveway and Baker's front pasture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUC0K4pyx741OchTRG_Ssr0XgP5ffS6t4id-A8GVCpDhNof3TO3qFIiVFyU3KLcW7eWDfYxY7zu-QHzVU2KopqdnA2dt_XhUSF17zzkEP3m9Bx1ZgVj9iP3HIiXLlJcRKX4L78pSfIFfC4/s1600-h/100_5125.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUC0K4pyx741OchTRG_Ssr0XgP5ffS6t4id-A8GVCpDhNof3TO3qFIiVFyU3KLcW7eWDfYxY7zu-QHzVU2KopqdnA2dt_XhUSF17zzkEP3m9Bx1ZgVj9iP3HIiXLlJcRKX4L78pSfIFfC4/s320/100_5125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270835200351598642" border="0" /></a><br />Looking toward the west, the yellow tree-top in the middle of this picture is a huge beech nut tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_DTdnCNrAEW08sHydCAhbl4PxU7zquGgTXsKB7RrIjxUusLyKMWimBI3cdsheOIZTDtBMDTRLaEP5-GozIlVy02jncY9krJOHuO1gJV9Ufa_Z-mhNY9M-e9BMFytkhBVDcLyaS14zOt7/s1600-h/100_5130.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_DTdnCNrAEW08sHydCAhbl4PxU7zquGgTXsKB7RrIjxUusLyKMWimBI3cdsheOIZTDtBMDTRLaEP5-GozIlVy02jncY9krJOHuO1gJV9Ufa_Z-mhNY9M-e9BMFytkhBVDcLyaS14zOt7/s320/100_5130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270835202065618178" border="0" /></a><br />This one is looking south from my yard, with Baker's back pasture in the far background.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbW5SHXPCucbRyVFs6Ax6IP38Wtcm5d53s82JXPGc3RhwXDhyphenhyphen3e5wxA62FDd7DX8PyL6chmF3qTvwML5P-AA2kpnpyNx0Tfpl-pQldumPMDKavbIvAUbYROhgSnrGUCgipigXTu4z-sLm4/s1600-h/100_5132.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbW5SHXPCucbRyVFs6Ax6IP38Wtcm5d53s82JXPGc3RhwXDhyphenhyphen3e5wxA62FDd7DX8PyL6chmF3qTvwML5P-AA2kpnpyNx0Tfpl-pQldumPMDKavbIvAUbYROhgSnrGUCgipigXTu4z-sLm4/s320/100_5132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270835657254387042" border="0" /></a><br />Last but not least, here is the pond later that afternoon. Though the sun was getting low you can still see some bright colors in the tree-tops.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtTnfzdE2KcE_5Ls_0nDVf8YoifAMpq5fLOtnzlm_RzQDO5BI89f7R-boydg_qIpGSkuA9wdw0XDQorowtBb0zppyshnQqu_WjwnUyNfiC3FjrPqS-RRGF1hjiSQobVz_oY3tDRIZ_z08/s1600-h/100_5135.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtTnfzdE2KcE_5Ls_0nDVf8YoifAMpq5fLOtnzlm_RzQDO5BI89f7R-boydg_qIpGSkuA9wdw0XDQorowtBb0zppyshnQqu_WjwnUyNfiC3FjrPqS-RRGF1hjiSQobVz_oY3tDRIZ_z08/s320/100_5135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270835211156476418" border="0" /></a>I hope you enjoyed my little tour around the area of the pond.Graceanne Gratefulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597878065510080643noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-84867232216647212302008-11-15T17:40:00.001-05:002008-11-15T19:13:12.127-05:00Water Will Have Its WayThis week's theme for PhotoHunt is ruin(ed). As I was thinking about it I realized we have lots of things around that were ruined by nature over the past years. Rain, wind, sunshine, ice, flowing water, lightning, falling limbs and trees, and the actions of various creatures tend to wreak havoc from time to time despite our best efforts to avoid the damages.<br /><br />As I was going through the list I recalled a particular sight that I have always found interesting. As many of you may know we live in a partially wooded area with several small streams. In years gone by I think perhaps a good portion of the land was used as farm land, probably for growing cotton. As cotton farming diminished in the area the land was used for other crops. This particular section eventually became a dairy with perhaps half of the land in open pasture and the remaining in hardwoods.<br /><br />One of the streams happened to run through wide, low section before passing through a narrow area with a very steep hill to one side and a gradual 10-12 foot upward slope for about 60 feet on the other side. Evidently at sometime someone decided to build a dam to create a shallow pond perhaps only 2-3 feet deep and probably about 2 acres in size. I have no idea when it was built, but I would think it was likely more than 50 years ago and perhaps up to 100 years ago.<br /><br />In any event, I think the dam was essentially hand built as it consisted primarily of a ridge of dirt covered by layers of small rocks. It was about 60 feet long and 3-4 feet tall at the highest point as you may be able to tell in the photo below.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2Nz0wQt83xfn46PeiArs-VF9PDzd3rFkkJr32l-8CPoytz5NzwQ8G1CKjaSaHZaEPLcQalHJTrGHXvrEPsV4uiC51unN4xffcLB9UCvTFuT_v94NPq5AR8No1K0XTL4MegPcBr2cE48/s1600-h/100_6076CWT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2Nz0wQt83xfn46PeiArs-VF9PDzd3rFkkJr32l-8CPoytz5NzwQ8G1CKjaSaHZaEPLcQalHJTrGHXvrEPsV4uiC51unN4xffcLB9UCvTFuT_v94NPq5AR8No1K0XTL4MegPcBr2cE48/s400/100_6076CWT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269023285373806930" border="0" /></a><br />I've always been amazed at the amount of time and effort that must have gone into that dam. Unfortunately, the builders evidently did not consider the amount and power of the water that might come through the area in the event of a large rainfall. (The stream bed drains an area of probably over 100 acres.) I have no idea how long the dam lasted, but eventually it failed. This is a photo from the downstream side. You can see where the water broke through between the steep hill on the right and the tree on the left.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl41me889MCMPc_6zxVYLNte19q1VP72WKb32TucvYgvhKbWUVI_zJ62N1bJ-MNZDskO9utPKGj_nmsHT90Ea5CBFLT-o5gH-vyGEUwN5oZ0r4OKVfAW9bms1nx09CXX38iaHJXKzqF5k/s1600-h/100_6084CTW.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl41me889MCMPc_6zxVYLNte19q1VP72WKb32TucvYgvhKbWUVI_zJ62N1bJ-MNZDskO9utPKGj_nmsHT90Ea5CBFLT-o5gH-vyGEUwN5oZ0r4OKVfAW9bms1nx09CXX38iaHJXKzqF5k/s400/100_6084CTW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269023289182671266" border="0" /></a><br />This last photo is from the upstream side. You can see the size of the rocks used in the dam and just imagine how many hours went into building it. Most of the rocks are from the size of a fist up to the size of a soccer ball at the largest. One of these days I may work out a calculation of how many thousands of rocks may have been piled there. For now I just go check it out from time to time and wonder who built it and how long it lasted.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyyjQWmPucdogQpqcc8Lb1HoD2DoZM102yznXF2XJ3wbsFo2vd6rfeNmRSKp7DBKsaAUcE2Od389ZUPMydsVnfn6mveI72uGxagcwAFSi0-pFz0Jg7LF2-sVw6K0LAdB032VM9ExHqhsM/s1600-h/100_6066CWT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyyjQWmPucdogQpqcc8Lb1HoD2DoZM102yznXF2XJ3wbsFo2vd6rfeNmRSKp7DBKsaAUcE2Od389ZUPMydsVnfn6mveI72uGxagcwAFSi0-pFz0Jg7LF2-sVw6K0LAdB032VM9ExHqhsM/s400/100_6066CWT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269023273938901506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You can find more participants in the hunt at <a href="http://tnchick.com/" target="blank" rel="tag">PhotoHunt</a>.Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-77454645021412216212008-11-06T11:45:00.001-05:002008-11-06T13:17:12.151-05:00This And That From Baker's Hat (III)Here are a few more 'out of the hat' photo's. Actually I have used a photo similar to the one below on a prior post, but I thought it was such an interesting phenomenon I decided to post another shot. You can <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/always-surprise-it-seems.html">check out the story here</a>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzyXAomPXuqgjGnEi1coF3ZeMl7n_t-xZpiXJbXmqAbyKo_gDF576HMcoiR6JprN05RRE22kKc6LtXsv01pW41qIPTrbqKTeh8Lmfkstc8Seq4sxTyDRmLb7T8tXhhQAf3NoEDH1w3so/s1600-h/1-100_4303CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 382px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzyXAomPXuqgjGnEi1coF3ZeMl7n_t-xZpiXJbXmqAbyKo_gDF576HMcoiR6JprN05RRE22kKc6LtXsv01pW41qIPTrbqKTeh8Lmfkstc8Seq4sxTyDRmLb7T8tXhhQAf3NoEDH1w3so/s400/1-100_4303CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260003129963455058" border="0" /></a><br />The following photo has a story behind it also, but it is a little too long to tell. Let's just say we got a good laugh at the expense of certain visitors who sighted the 'giant lizard' in the pond and spread the alarm. I'll have to admit it did look rather life-like from a distance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QYBZItW-0qrNDpmr0w_uOzp2Jue0j7do-6V4yWbzpkNc9pcwdkzzkE2x86L-fB4aJDonZ55m3wFztm5UnoEKxMXusdQUqryCEfpaKjl5Up_iTKw1u4svWsfHKkLlINPt9hZSZ8VH6AQ/s1600-h/100_3089CXTRT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QYBZItW-0qrNDpmr0w_uOzp2Jue0j7do-6V4yWbzpkNc9pcwdkzzkE2x86L-fB4aJDonZ55m3wFztm5UnoEKxMXusdQUqryCEfpaKjl5Up_iTKw1u4svWsfHKkLlINPt9hZSZ8VH6AQ/s400/100_3089CXTRT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471589167745826" border="0" /></a><br />Now this last one is not mine. AR sent it to me. AR is the quiet blog team member who supplied a few of the photo's used in some of the initial posts on the blog including the panoramic view at the bottom of the page. This is a photo of a flower on an okra plant in her garden. (The garden is within sight of the pond by the way.) I find it interesting in its size and simplicity.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWbTZTB2llWaq3F5HknKSdB69ZEfqeXR0xW6jVpnUmonJl2hozj5TUFKe6nQWbNAA2qRFyvJoycwESTa2i62kW0cruymSikoTOQqMCbC0JYqCkcNwpMr4v_IeSjhvL8W6R1esKzpJ5k8/s1600-h/093PS2.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWbTZTB2llWaq3F5HknKSdB69ZEfqeXR0xW6jVpnUmonJl2hozj5TUFKe6nQWbNAA2qRFyvJoycwESTa2i62kW0cruymSikoTOQqMCbC0JYqCkcNwpMr4v_IeSjhvL8W6R1esKzpJ5k8/s400/093PS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252662877680389218" border="0" /></a><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />I have a couple of things to add to this Baker's Hat post. I been away from the computer a good bit for the past 7-10 days as some of you may have noticed. You know how other things can take priority at times, lol. I'm working on catching up on my visits and commenting on the blogs of visitors and such, but the list is quite long.<br /><br />Also, I want to thank Kim from WishnikWoods for presenting us a special <a href="http://spookydragonfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendship-award.html">Friendship Award</a>. Kim, it was truly appreciated. <br /><br />We have received a few awards from special visitors in the past and we treasure them all. We always try to recognize those bloggers and the awards in the sidebar and in a <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-get-awards-from-our-friends.html">special post</a> that outlines our general position on awards.Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-75754057455403907652008-11-01T02:34:00.014-04:002008-11-03T00:20:49.331-05:00Blue For YouThis week's PhotoHunt theme is 'blue' and it wasn't too hard to find a photo with blue in it. The trouble was I have too many with blue. So which should I use?<br /><br />Well, for pure color in nature I think it is hard to beat dragonflies and damselflies. I've always been amazed by the sharp and brilliant blues, reds, and greens one can see in these little flying marvels. Not surprisingly, many dragons and damsels have common names which include their color. Who can resist those vivid names such as Blue-fronted Dancer, Yellow-legged Ringtail, and Orange Shadowdragon.<br /><br />Even their group names are fun with names like Darner, Skimmer, PetalTails, and Cruisers. And damselflies even have a whole group known as Bluets.<br /><br />So damselflies it is.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyt_905kc0-pWwx8wk60G6o5o7BW2ojp856G_NLNpTE5O64obwx_3YlVbAu4tPGrd9OnBKsDQiHi2FKP1E8Ozykyd1N51yLjUa2dIvTaMvZd4Y5oolXTuQJ2bYxk6PO2i65sOmugGpzg/s1600-h/100_2259CSHPHLSD.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 382px; height: 408px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieyt_905kc0-pWwx8wk60G6o5o7BW2ojp856G_NLNpTE5O64obwx_3YlVbAu4tPGrd9OnBKsDQiHi2FKP1E8Ozykyd1N51yLjUa2dIvTaMvZd4Y5oolXTuQJ2bYxk6PO2i65sOmugGpzg/s400/100_2259CSHPHLSD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263705138635542802" border="0" /></a><br />I have found that it is very difficult to identify some of the damsels and dragons, however. There are well over 400 species in the USA alone. (There are over 160 found in our state and probably over 100 in our particular area.) And for each species the male and female may be significantly different in color or some other aspect.<br /><br />Plus, the juveniles may be even a different color and will change gradually as they mature over their relatively short life stage. When you add all that up and consider that not all the damsels and dragons will necessarily look like the 'specimen' photo's in a field guide you can see that making the correct identification would often be difficult for the layperson.<br /><br />In any event, it would appear that we will be having plenty of opportunities to check out the damselflies in coming years based on the activity in the following photo's. These are damselflies laying eggs in the shallow water along the edge of the pond. As you can tell we have a healthy population with the promise of more to come.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkv3hrlHxfbk0y8vCHhm6cBRiQtC5RhfHfWdl0eLwWhDrRwMMnTqBSqFpGsL1JUV-OHrdpdt-Tyx80aNXD6J9S84ygHpI0KzCekZ7h646G-fFBsxgI14G0Bgmg5PcTLMK3SBI9xBTCfg/s1600-h/100_4292CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkv3hrlHxfbk0y8vCHhm6cBRiQtC5RhfHfWdl0eLwWhDrRwMMnTqBSqFpGsL1JUV-OHrdpdt-Tyx80aNXD6J9S84ygHpI0KzCekZ7h646G-fFBsxgI14G0Bgmg5PcTLMK3SBI9xBTCfg/s400/100_4292CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263576705801302626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNJ3Y9uCuVDCG_CbV2qXCNBwTLgPluS45XhT0l58e8oMIgpg0MRKUGQ9TM716y-G_UGRYsXpZbguO1vH0ZXOKYPjt1m7GDy77609Xkjo03I9-H2UY0TcINw4YZXbSRhbaHztuiPrJbO4/s1600-h/100_4298CXTC.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 382px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNJ3Y9uCuVDCG_CbV2qXCNBwTLgPluS45XhT0l58e8oMIgpg0MRKUGQ9TM716y-G_UGRYsXpZbguO1vH0ZXOKYPjt1m7GDy77609Xkjo03I9-H2UY0TcINw4YZXbSRhbaHztuiPrJbO4/s400/100_4298CXTC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263576961952151170" border="0" /></a><br />You can find more participants in the hunt at <a href="http://tnchick.com/" target="blank" rel="tag">PhotoHunt</a>.Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-79046899350187861572008-10-29T11:05:00.002-04:002008-10-29T14:35:45.685-04:00An Update On That CatfishI used some photo's of a <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/those-photohunters-who-have-visited.html">rather large catfish</a> for the PhotoHunt weekly theme of 'dark' a several weeks ago so I thought I would update you on the catfish. Of course there is no way to tell exactly how many catfish there are in the pond, but I have a sneaking suspicion that there is only one the size of that one I caught and returned to the pond.<br /><br />Channel catfish do not reproduce very well in small ponds unless they have suitable nesting sites. They need cavity type structures such as holes in a bank, rock formations, or perhaps old downed trees with holes or protected areas under them.<br /><br />We have not added any structure to simulate this environment in the pond so any of the large catfish could possibly be from the original stocking of the pond (or perhaps the rare second generation) and that was years ago. GG stocked with some small catfish during the spring, but it will likely take several more months before they reach a respectable size of 1 to 2 pounds.<br /><br />During the summer a very large catfish would come up to eat with the carp, turtles, and smaller fish. We would only see one at the time and as you can see it is appears healthy and hungry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSfJMFz1Ile9ZdqevL2FU_FHlubwNsdUQBqBeQjHMLHMCZbe-n9lRCqyruiVlAKoYyWDQGIuBsIxFh9fhatpktJCVc7oQKfvHAe4lwTsc6Q9oIuJfQDdnbzH2DBPKWnLDqd6XgFe-Zw8/s1600-h/100_260CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSfJMFz1Ile9ZdqevL2FU_FHlubwNsdUQBqBeQjHMLHMCZbe-n9lRCqyruiVlAKoYyWDQGIuBsIxFh9fhatpktJCVc7oQKfvHAe4lwTsc6Q9oIuJfQDdnbzH2DBPKWnLDqd6XgFe-Zw8/s400/100_260CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262592640456903362" border="0" /></a><br />And here is a<span style="font-style: italic;"> very</span> short video of the catfish chowing down on the fish food.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Please Note: This video includes audio that can be adjusted on the video. The audio is not excessively loud, but you may want to adjust the initial volume settings depending on your situation. Also, you can view a full-screen version by selecting the small icon immediately to the left of 'vimeo' in the bottom right corner of the video block. You can return to the normal view by pressing [Esc].</span></span><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08698040010631012 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1741265&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=c9ff23&fullscreen=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08698040010631012 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1741265&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=c9ff23&fullscreen=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08698040010631012 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1741265&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=c9ff23&fullscreen=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08698040010631012 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1741265&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=c9ff23&fullscreen=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08698040010631012 visible ontop" href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1741265&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=c9ff23&fullscreen=1"></a><object width="400" height="300"> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1741265&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=c9ff23&fullscreen=1"> <embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1741265&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=c9ff23&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/1741265?pg=embed&sec=1741265">Catfish</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/bakerwatson?pg=embed&sec=1741265">BakerWatson</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&sec=1741265">Vimeo</a>.<br />Hopefully next year we will have many more catfish coming up to eat. A steady diet of high-protein food can double their growth rate in the first few years. If we stock new fingerlings next spring I expect we will use some type of enclosed cages to protect them from predators during the first weeks/months. This will also give us a chance to feed them regularly to promote faster growth before we release them into the pond.Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-88487491652202508602008-10-24T22:30:00.011-04:002008-10-29T12:33:51.933-04:00The Itsy Bitsy Spider Crawled Up The.....When it comes to scary there are spiders and, well, there are <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">spiders</span>. Some are harmless little creatures just going about their daily life bearing no ill-will toward the huge, clumsy humans they encounter. And then there are...the <span style="font-style: italic;">other</span> ones.<br /><br />You know the ones I'm talking about. Those hide-in-your-shoes-waiting-for-you-to-slide-your--unsuspecting-little-tootsies-in spiders. Those running-across-the-floor-when-you-turn-on-the-kitchen-light-in-the-middle-of-the-night creatures with eight legs. Those are the types that get to me.<br /><br />And let's not forget the crawl-across-your-bare-foot-while-you-are-in-the-shower-with-soap-in-your-eyes monsters. You've been there. You know them only too well.<br /><br />But the ones that really get to me are those diabolical ones. I'm talking pure evil here. The mere thought of them can make you break out in a cold sweat. The absolute worst. Those hide-between-the-sheets-and-wait-for-your-warm-body-to-slide-in monsters. They are so sly. They wait for you to get nice and comfortable, warm and cozy in your safe little bed. Then you feel it. The slight touch along your leg. It is almost like a gentle tickle.<br /><br />At first you think it is your imagination, but then you feel it again. It stops. You wait. It moves again. Higher. You hold your breath. You are deathly still. Visions of horror movies run through your head. You can feel it against your skin. You feel the legs touching you. Crawling. Higher. You.....<br /><br />Oh!...Wait!... I'm getting off track here. I just wanted to share with you a shot of a regular garden spider. Nothing dangerous here, folks. It may look a bit scary, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't harm you despite its sheer size and those hideous hairy legs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiCuuiGpWPb-0xnX5-AS1CUxFyNnVOrGX_puxe6cYrBHSvMg0Nvg7cRS8BtVHm2BWHrvpDYdkEfrReXsSF3qOIfr2LF_uGo1Bg5-SyH2sDBJ8jeJH-heY-rn4WFKstFmKSdnKZ1CDzZo/s1600-h/100_1118CXTROTBWF.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiCuuiGpWPb-0xnX5-AS1CUxFyNnVOrGX_puxe6cYrBHSvMg0Nvg7cRS8BtVHm2BWHrvpDYdkEfrReXsSF3qOIfr2LF_uGo1Bg5-SyH2sDBJ8jeJH-heY-rn4WFKstFmKSdnKZ1CDzZo/s400/100_1118CXTROTBWF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260903678699681234" border="0" /></a><br />Then again it probably wouldn't hurt anything if you made a quick check between the sheets before you go to bed tonight. You never can tell.<br /><br /><a href="http://tnchick.com/" target="blank" rel="tag">PhotoHunt</a>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-83326681739291968202008-10-22T11:50:00.002-04:002008-10-22T12:44:55.010-04:00I Hope To See You In The SpringI'm going to miss a lot of the creatures around the pond now that the weather is changing and their summer time has passed. Some have migrated. Some will hibernate. And some, like the fish, basically just slow down for the cold weather and we will not see them as often. Of all those creatures I think I'll probably miss the green herons the most.<br /><br />This year the green herons have been special. It started back in the spring with the rescue of a trapped green heron as <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/having-bad-day.html">recounted here</a>. That was one of the incidents that prompted the creation of the blog.<br /><br />Throughout the summer the green herons visited almost daily. At first there were 2 and then 3 when what appeared to be a juvenile arrived. Eventually we seemed to see just 2 at the same time and then primarily just 1.<br /><br />Green herons are known to wander a bit after breeding so we presume the parents stayed around for some time as their offspring learned the ropes and then departed. Perhaps they lived nearby and brought it to the pond periodically until it was old enough to venture out on its own. Whatever the case, the remaining one that visited often appeared to be an immature bird by its markings.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0cIfAOcS3JJyJ5a0YP3R38rT0t-MglcdaU4pasr2GtM_bt5Ueo7Hatj9SJwfXVRaSnLFGzhqbDDfOG5mf3FknShYDTwsYuGJJdGh2PEgPcJV96uoK4sz0qxHvO4SqftgrlhLcj2FjVY/s1600-h/100_0954CSPACT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0cIfAOcS3JJyJ5a0YP3R38rT0t-MglcdaU4pasr2GtM_bt5Ueo7Hatj9SJwfXVRaSnLFGzhqbDDfOG5mf3FknShYDTwsYuGJJdGh2PEgPcJV96uoK4sz0qxHvO4SqftgrlhLcj2FjVY/s400/100_0954CSPACT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256704003148529890" border="0" /></a><br />This bird and I spent many hours around the pond together. We were both visitors there, but for different purposes. I was there to capture photographs. It was there to capture its daily meals. Over time it became more accustomed to my presence. It allowed me to come much closer and eventually it even approached me at times.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVB0-8xJ6sJAoAtdGabmsP1-doEHxUeAK2ANbTNR7YmXju7Le33NQIGmXg9rRJbmjB1p2OvmWREaeDuDfQ7uHPEZt0yz2dgMTPrpAKJ4N_wgttS0Twt10itV2RPkQ5OkHpdLNNodownc/s1600-h/100_1389CSHPRT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVB0-8xJ6sJAoAtdGabmsP1-doEHxUeAK2ANbTNR7YmXju7Le33NQIGmXg9rRJbmjB1p2OvmWREaeDuDfQ7uHPEZt0yz2dgMTPrpAKJ4N_wgttS0Twt10itV2RPkQ5OkHpdLNNodownc/s400/100_1389CSHPRT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256704005690842994" border="0" /></a><br />Of course it always maintained a safe distance, but I noted the change. I could tell it was growing much more tolerant and had begun to consider me as a natural fixture around the pond. We were on good terms. Some days I would stay far away and let it hunt in peace. Other days I would approach closer, but I always tried to avoid putting too much pressure on my friend.<br /><br />Finally it was letting me get close enough to capture some its life around the pond. Often it would hunt mostly along the bank but sometimes it would concentrate its hunting near the cages where many of the small fish congregated.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQJITE60iQ9twOOrgYHXnYQcmmuSkmtQOPACGxpqfW_5-Gj5NArVWVMF9KMcdA6Uf0A4fGPVlQTsn1LIXUD9GBfpDLDlEX6KyW36dw8Ed-n4YiNHF5QqhGVhpNRuiSLF7kIj96lj6xFk/s1600-h/100_1203CSHPIFL.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 382px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQJITE60iQ9twOOrgYHXnYQcmmuSkmtQOPACGxpqfW_5-Gj5NArVWVMF9KMcdA6Uf0A4fGPVlQTsn1LIXUD9GBfpDLDlEX6KyW36dw8Ed-n4YiNHF5QqhGVhpNRuiSLF7kIj96lj6xFk/s400/100_1203CSHPIFL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256704003154818914" border="0" /></a><br />Then all too soon the day came. It wasn't there. Nor was it there the next day. I watched for a week thinking maybe I had just missed it or it had changed its daily schedule.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTpUbWNeyPvCMPjv5BW7WEJ6bVQD9c3-V4mymK_yO1JmRW-xpbWe7irxtWSXit7UkVPQ-cn7ZFpHIXsH1kk7Fj2u_A5k3xfd-W4wnA8CVRlMXmKj-abIM6WaEEBRrs92uwT521UFXFo0/s1600-h/100_1182CTRT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 382px; height: 352px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTpUbWNeyPvCMPjv5BW7WEJ6bVQD9c3-V4mymK_yO1JmRW-xpbWe7irxtWSXit7UkVPQ-cn7ZFpHIXsH1kk7Fj2u_A5k3xfd-W4wnA8CVRlMXmKj-abIM6WaEEBRrs92uwT521UFXFo0/s400/100_1182CTRT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256754907586272002" border="0" /></a><br />But obviously the time had come for green herons to leave. That mysterious internal clock said it was time to go. It was time to head south.<br /><br />I hope the heron finds its way back next spring. Maybe by then it will have a mate of its own. And maybe they will bring their young ones by to show them the best places to fish for lunch and teach them by example how to stalk the shallow water for prey.<br /><br />We will be there waiting for them.Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-36646075287620213412008-10-21T09:45:00.000-04:002008-10-21T09:58:16.064-04:00What This Blog Needs More OfI was looking through some of the photo's used in the slideshow in the sidebar and I realized one thing the blog needs more of. It needs more yellow. Yep. More yellow.<br /><br />We have lots of greens and browns, the reds and pinks come up pretty often, there are blues here and there, and even orange pops up from time to time. But, there is not a lot of yellow. So I went off searching the photo archives for a bit of yellow or gold to balance things out.<br /><br />Now I don't know about you, but I always have a hard time shooting yellow flowers. They just normally do not come out very good. I'm sure it has to do with the light and perhaps I'll get that figured out someday. Anyway, that's probably why you have not seen many yellow flowers here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzA3CQb7aTmmpqhKOP4t8OIWHMz-zUCOdfBRrx9sVN6AkYyjNcf8RP0g_LWtDdUHG7_z7FTdsCWR9oz2-Db525Y0UTCvoCU2zSdgSwC-FQGovJl3h0eSfgdb_GwtSf9oPKxop7TL2Xwmo/s1600-h/100_2292CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 15px 0px 5pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 360px; height: 412px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzA3CQb7aTmmpqhKOP4t8OIWHMz-zUCOdfBRrx9sVN6AkYyjNcf8RP0g_LWtDdUHG7_z7FTdsCWR9oz2-Db525Y0UTCvoCU2zSdgSwC-FQGovJl3h0eSfgdb_GwtSf9oPKxop7TL2Xwmo/s400/100_2292CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257169143019764242" border="0" /></a><br />Fortunately I have a few photo's of butterflies on yellow flowers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPhubaV4FHVesw341hMAjTaUHOfy9hN-0rv0ThbT2IiXoDNVQf7UBHIvHdfCKf70_pEVq1g5wJVDvtINXw70-LAjRx_cdMBzlckMzyPuS6Y6nfSbiawL8_ZJtdEVxQt5W1Z-o28YMbuo/s1600-h/100_5627CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPhubaV4FHVesw341hMAjTaUHOfy9hN-0rv0ThbT2IiXoDNVQf7UBHIvHdfCKf70_pEVq1g5wJVDvtINXw70-LAjRx_cdMBzlckMzyPuS6Y6nfSbiawL8_ZJtdEVxQt5W1Z-o28YMbuo/s400/100_5627CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259600552644908850" border="0" /></a><br />And just by chance there are some other yellow items around the pond so I could sneak in a photo of one of those. (Actually I'm curious about how many of you will know what the yellow thing is used for.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5D3xeVWGKZiBNSE5pBxQHOR4mMHoM7exECQKVcHXG6zcngJXXf5ZCYy36ygX5TJ-3vUMb26MsnJAoSpGc9EYAxYKA-ZuReBUJ0YzwzgEeuCbHbagTQItlWgLmg1O5lCI6HarRdLgIJlU/s1600-h/1-100_4869CXTRT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5D3xeVWGKZiBNSE5pBxQHOR4mMHoM7exECQKVcHXG6zcngJXXf5ZCYy36ygX5TJ-3vUMb26MsnJAoSpGc9EYAxYKA-ZuReBUJ0YzwzgEeuCbHbagTQItlWgLmg1O5lCI6HarRdLgIJlU/s400/1-100_4869CXTRT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257160183158875122" border="0" /></a><br />But I think this one below was my favorite yellow of all this past summer. This is a female Calico Pennant. I watched for this one after having seen and photographed a few males around the pond. The males are similar, but colored red in the place of the yellow/gold color of the female. <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-tell-you-about-little-project.html">Together they make a handsome couple.</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHn8JyW_mdxVggqi9WdVfUY2Dktp2M_OZDSkuRLg6Vw-9h04LVjWd5vJc0hFZuF_osOGOxKfzyEUJwX1RJBIE5uKVN-p05K1duhWyoXhKcuDrfsn6gAhc5OFjEMjrMg6tQWTq85ILZ3w/s1600-h/100_1255CSHP.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 382px; height: 462px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHn8JyW_mdxVggqi9WdVfUY2Dktp2M_OZDSkuRLg6Vw-9h04LVjWd5vJc0hFZuF_osOGOxKfzyEUJwX1RJBIE5uKVN-p05K1duhWyoXhKcuDrfsn6gAhc5OFjEMjrMg6tQWTq85ILZ3w/s400/100_1255CSHP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257160182839220066" border="0" /></a>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-43713050856483170962008-10-19T14:43:00.001-04:002008-10-19T22:45:24.584-04:00We Are FamilyFirst of all, I want to thank tnchick for selecting our blog as the <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-of-lazy.html">featured post</a> for last week's 'lazy' theme. It was quite a surprise and very much appreciated. We really enjoy being a part of the PhotoHunt family.<br /><br />Second, I must apologize for being late with this week's theme post. I was unexpectedly called away from home for a day or so and did not have adequate access to the net. (You know how it is when the family calls.) So, I'll try to keep this week's theme post nice and short.<br /><br />Of all the animals around the pond there is one group that I think best illustrates our notion of 'family.' We always have a few around as they are generally year-round residents in our area of the country. They often have two or even three broods each summer. It is very evident that both parents are deeply involved in raising the off-spring, but the 'family' aspect extends even further.<br /><br />It is not so very uncommon for members of the first brood to stay around and help with raising the second or third brood by guarding the nest and feeding the young. And even more interestingly, members of the later broods often stay with the parents through the coming winter forming a small, tight-knit family group until spring arrives and they disperse to start their own families.<br /><br />It is not often one is able to get a family portrait so I was very pleased with this one.<br /><br />May I present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Bluebird and family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwhAYk_VW0DKQfz3uuVNrNCaHfuyAwcqKSKPq5_lIzkmhrad_dm5I3K5FEyDqovz9q4QAGPJ01TP11od2J_m3AuvRSOHIkJ93GM0w5ZOnxw6Z701tcyIPQaYudmr3f2E1nb_zrBDxSnM/s1600-h/100_007CXTSAT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwhAYk_VW0DKQfz3uuVNrNCaHfuyAwcqKSKPq5_lIzkmhrad_dm5I3K5FEyDqovz9q4QAGPJ01TP11od2J_m3AuvRSOHIkJ93GM0w5ZOnxw6Z701tcyIPQaYudmr3f2E1nb_zrBDxSnM/s400/100_007CXTSAT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258936005227161122" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://tnchick.com/" target="blank" rel="tag">PhotoHunt</a>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-44505953244182308902008-10-16T13:30:00.005-04:002008-10-16T15:15:17.749-04:00Imagine My SurprisePerhaps you can imagine how surprised I was when I was going through my reader and up popped a blog post with the title 'Baker's Butterfly'. I was even more surprised as I read the post.<br /><br />The blog belongs to one of our regular visitors, Tammy at <a href="http://tammys-corner.blogspot.com/">My Little Corner of The World</a>. Like many talented people Tammy loves to paint in her spare time. A couple of weeks ago she asked if she could use as references a few of the photographs in a post I had made about the<a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-passin-through.html"> butterflies visiting our neighbor's flower garden</a>. Of course I was honored that she would want to use them and replied that I would be happy for her to paint any of them she wanted to, but I also suggested that she make sure she shared those paintings with all of us.<br /><br />Well, Tammy came through in flying colors. She has completed the first painting and posted a photo of it on her blog. It's a great pastel of the Gulf Fritillary perched on a multi-color lantana. I think you should <a href="http://tammys-corner.blogspot.com/2008/10/bakers-butterfly.html">go by and check it out</a> and leave Tammy a comment.<br /><br />As for me, I want to thank Tammy for posting her work and linking to our blog. Tammy, you did a beautiful job. I hope you enjoyed painting it as much as I enjoyed spending time with flowers and butterflies while capturing that shot. I think we will both agree that the ultimate credit goes to the butterfly and flowers.<br /><br />Here's the photo she used for the painting, by the way. I'm sure you will agree she did a great job.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwJ-BBguMNAWLna4FGDvfAkQrVH-y3LDvRPjGC03Lm6DEXuhRQS46xar8HgBrxn8qLeU2acDDuwvoWsqrcRFxMQH12xtFMHDqB9V-_hEIhdqk4101FNHcpiM-rqHRRwBVaC6LtjUu6s8/s1600-h/100B4451CTCX.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 380px; height: 427px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwJ-BBguMNAWLna4FGDvfAkQrVH-y3LDvRPjGC03Lm6DEXuhRQS46xar8HgBrxn8qLeU2acDDuwvoWsqrcRFxMQH12xtFMHDqB9V-_hEIhdqk4101FNHcpiM-rqHRRwBVaC6LtjUu6s8/s400/100B4451CTCX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257801321069615922" border="0" /></a><br />*********************************************************<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S. (added 2:38 PM)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now this is not directly related to this blog, but one of our other long-time visitors to the blog recently posted a work which I think you will find interesting. Avril of </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://clareartist.blogspot.com/">Clare Artist - Wildlife, Landscape, and Irish Life</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> posted one of her most recent wild animal paintings.<br /><br />If you have never visited Avril's blog you should definitely drop by. You will find links there to more of her art work. If you love wildlife you really should not miss her big cats and other magnificent animals.</span>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-28427368175808055372008-10-14T13:05:00.002-04:002008-10-14T20:46:29.807-04:00This And That From Baker's Hat (II)If you saw <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-and-that-from-bakers-hat.html">the original 'This And That From Baker's Hat'</a> post you may recall that this is where I just pull some unconnected photo's 'out of the hat' and post them. These are the photo's that I would probably never get around to using in a regular post. It's not that I consider them great photo's or anything like that. I just find some of them interesting. So, here are a few more of those unconnected photo's that have been languishing in my photo files.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIjZgz8DUTWVMmV-IHDiYB7iJT9xYCIlGpFJHsRQqRL2galwGxKLPh7aZdm6dTZ6ilYE4pz0eU9bZicEAH5DoeFXxT69yZM65XMqRolNy5VfQxhsFcGQWF8ozfkYsnfXuuE72MTSYTUo/s1600-h/100_4102C.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIjZgz8DUTWVMmV-IHDiYB7iJT9xYCIlGpFJHsRQqRL2galwGxKLPh7aZdm6dTZ6ilYE4pz0eU9bZicEAH5DoeFXxT69yZM65XMqRolNy5VfQxhsFcGQWF8ozfkYsnfXuuE72MTSYTUo/s400/100_4102C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252566558780860850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Floating Tomato</span></span><br /><br />I'm sure you can see how it would be difficult to weave this photo of a tomato into another post. We found it floating in the neighbor's pond. I could venture a guess as to how it got there, but I really don't know the how and why and I probably never will. The odd thing was that on the same day there was a single red pepper floating there, too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNo6mKiyK-A7D1lv_FUEZesU6d6VluLW810TW679GqYKpR7gg1h5bigGjDY1dc99STuzI6RfxalCn32a8feCE_l89AFgT2h34jcBMFvn3FcQWUBhTeharBcH4Y5D6KtdVxsRgfHHvymRg/s1600-h/1-100_2901CXR.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 382px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNo6mKiyK-A7D1lv_FUEZesU6d6VluLW810TW679GqYKpR7gg1h5bigGjDY1dc99STuzI6RfxalCn32a8feCE_l89AFgT2h34jcBMFvn3FcQWUBhTeharBcH4Y5D6KtdVxsRgfHHvymRg/s400/1-100_2901CXR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252419857745593026" border="0" /></a>I took this one for a past PhotoHunt theme, but ended up going with something else. I just thought it was colorful and now I can use the photo in the slideshow in the sidebar.<br /><br />As for this last one below, I probably could use it in a post sooner or later, but I since I don't have a particular post in mind I thought I would include it here. It almost looks like they are on ice rather than water. I was amazed at the variety of insects in such a small spot around the spider. It may be that the spider is actually consuming a recent kill and the insects are drawn in to partake of any leftovers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiyMw1o4wWkmQsOjB0FlAcxuO3rT-R59IfaV1n18hj_riQGXPPLqkOIcy_pzg9-yUQl_QJj38VeXe3H0rrI5UIz5SKFN8gBQvisGcZqAshj-o9hZbcmlskE2hkBjUAwLWRHtQKSfE-Xs/s1600-h/100_2935CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiyMw1o4wWkmQsOjB0FlAcxuO3rT-R59IfaV1n18hj_riQGXPPLqkOIcy_pzg9-yUQl_QJj38VeXe3H0rrI5UIz5SKFN8gBQvisGcZqAshj-o9hZbcmlskE2hkBjUAwLWRHtQKSfE-Xs/s400/100_2935CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257058200277938562" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yeah, one other thing. Some of you may have noticed I have added a new blog. It's just a simple little blog I created a few days ago to share some of the items that happen to land in my inbox or that I run across on the net. They are basically just fun or interesting items that don't fit here on this blog, but I thought some of you might enjoy them.<br /><br />You can find it at <a href="http://fromthehat.blogspot.com/">What I Found In My Inbox</a> or you can always find the link in the sidebar of this blog. Drop by for a quick chuckle or for an interesting photo or video when you get a chance. It will only take a couple of minutes or maybe just a bit longer if you watch the short video which I highly recommend by the way.Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-33926958510948275132008-10-12T10:26:00.002-04:002008-10-12T12:34:47.883-04:00Blue Eye ShadowHow about some lizards? For some reason I've seen more of the lizards as the weather becomes cooler. Perhaps they extend their range for foraging as the insects they feed upon become less numerous. Maybe some of their prime predators have gone south for the winter making them feel safer or the cooler weather makes them seek out warmer spots. Whatever the reasons, they provide a good opportunity to take a few photo's.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqqmbLMiDKecFsDFKWlyAvk5xsNbElPGyQdB9_aXoZTCDsdzR0XMJH2MY5EHfaEEknRbSjPBcxfQ1J8HDpHJw1CxfS4etc8lHRK5ElmUVFiZggklXMjJFT5MsOkNxHOh2_dTndvrYDviw/s1600-h/100_5035CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 0px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 381px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqqmbLMiDKecFsDFKWlyAvk5xsNbElPGyQdB9_aXoZTCDsdzR0XMJH2MY5EHfaEEknRbSjPBcxfQ1J8HDpHJw1CxfS4etc8lHRK5ElmUVFiZggklXMjJFT5MsOkNxHOh2_dTndvrYDviw/s400/100_5035CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254792084553041746" border="0" /></a><br />Check out that area around the eye on the one above. It is so perfectly round that it almost looks like it was photoshopped into the picture. And the blue around the eye is interesting. It makes me think of some kind of reptilian alien trying to mimic a human look with a bit of blue eye shadow. (It is particularly noticeable in the enlarged view.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnickeajPGZrngk7yi0UUohKlTQ1Va0cYQ7onkw_YvRVwipP6ooT2eMvkBQ6dEkKskXgMCDvoxAiePxsWLNhHIo7186QmzabqX6-DdvqHu3aT8LP-bY6RTVZEwtoIcVg_YXLmz-dB_yzk/s1600-h/100_5084CXTC.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnickeajPGZrngk7yi0UUohKlTQ1Va0cYQ7onkw_YvRVwipP6ooT2eMvkBQ6dEkKskXgMCDvoxAiePxsWLNhHIo7186QmzabqX6-DdvqHu3aT8LP-bY6RTVZEwtoIcVg_YXLmz-dB_yzk/s400/100_5084CXTC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254790645634966354" border="0" /></a><br />Now this guy above was just hanging out doing what lizards do I guess. A closer look from the other side might result in a different impression though.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQueGXWLuSYVo-25NOUwrxn6syFQr7SxDXNJFZYDVZ_BK5xkqKOG44faStXAQvKot0y4iojLIpf3HJ3ZLcoapP-ok-q7m_BjTSIm4r512YAjlI_IN_hZ0B455okQxTLUQKyd5SCwE5xQg/s1600-h/100_5080CXTC.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQueGXWLuSYVo-25NOUwrxn6syFQr7SxDXNJFZYDVZ_BK5xkqKOG44faStXAQvKot0y4iojLIpf3HJ3ZLcoapP-ok-q7m_BjTSIm4r512YAjlI_IN_hZ0B455okQxTLUQKyd5SCwE5xQg/s400/100_5080CXTC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254790655902357778" border="0" /></a><br />That lowered lid and the way his jaw appears to be resting upon the branch makes him look sleepy. Or maybe he is just day dreaming.<br /><br />Or perhaps he is pining away for a certain long-tailed, slender green creature with blue eye shadow.Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-78530213090219350182008-10-11T13:01:00.005-04:002008-10-29T12:34:27.954-04:00The Art of LazyNow isn't some good old procrastination an ultimate form of lazy? At least with us humans it seems that way. Even the definition of procrastination refers to lazy. Procrastination: The act of postponing, delaying of, putting off, especially out of habitual carelessness or <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">laziness</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><br /><br />By way of example may I present to you the following excerpts from numerous exchanges between the <span style="font-weight: bold;">MOH</span> (male of household) and the <span style="font-weight: bold;">FOH</span> (female of household) about a particular heavy duty chain. (<span style="font-style: italic;">You will note that no names are used. Let's just keep it that way, OK?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >1988 </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> 'I'll just hang this right here in the crook of this tree for now so I will remember where it is. '</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">'You probably should go ahead and put it in the garage.'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">'Yeah. I'll get it later.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >1989</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">'Honey, don't you think you should put that chain in the garage?' </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">'Yeah. Probably so. I'll get to it this weekend.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >1990</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> 'How many times do I have to tell you that you need to move that chain?'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">'Don't worry. I'll get around to it.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >1991 - 1998</span><br />(A basic recycling of previous years' comments, but less frequently. You know the routine.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >2002</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">'Honey, do you know where that chain we had is? I can't find it anywhere.'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FOH:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> 'I'm sure it is right where you left it.'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOH:</span> (upon finding said chain exactly where he left it) <span style="font-style: italic;">'<span style="font-weight: bold;">OH CRAP!</span>'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Well, it was something like that. This is a family safe blog, you know.)</span><br /><br />Now flash forward to: <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">October, 2008</span></span><br /><br />Guess where the chain still is.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnY5LsOLnuivxCfalmZwdfPASYVuGtwxAGiUL-p_7H6Jjinjxb-Djs0GMh05-DHY0o4ocLhq5sw-mQTrEguAgt2VwhZB_0DDauNY45KbiVKZCLb5Ik1FnzVHDWXizveJL6ddvVz845ac/s1600-h/100_5360CXT1.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnY5LsOLnuivxCfalmZwdfPASYVuGtwxAGiUL-p_7H6Jjinjxb-Djs0GMh05-DHY0o4ocLhq5sw-mQTrEguAgt2VwhZB_0DDauNY45KbiVKZCLb5Ik1FnzVHDWXizveJL6ddvVz845ac/s400/100_5360CXT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255745298294734546" border="0" /></a><br />And guess where it will stay.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5o9LbhGAEP32iw5H5iOLBiAYZrKFKyPNHodp7pBWdcS-2W_onekWh93FbwsayFCJC7P3yThTvN-qsMZ9MLuTsik37X06cl-0w2EHCEyypNS5DNRwrcA9_WVmTXQdSzlUvtTSL4Kyuw34/s1600-h/100_5365CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 413px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5o9LbhGAEP32iw5H5iOLBiAYZrKFKyPNHodp7pBWdcS-2W_onekWh93FbwsayFCJC7P3yThTvN-qsMZ9MLuTsik37X06cl-0w2EHCEyypNS5DNRwrcA9_WVmTXQdSzlUvtTSL4Kyuw34/s400/100_5365CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255743233712787058" border="0" /></a><br />Around here we refer to this sight as a genuine work of art. It even has a title bestowed upon it by those familiar with the artist. The title? <span style="font-style: italic;">The Art of Pure Procrastination</span><br /><br /><a href="http://tnchick.com/" target="blank" rel="tag">PhotoHunt</a>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-19250881175067268452008-10-08T20:06:00.006-04:002008-10-19T22:22:07.091-04:00Southward BoundWith autumn underway our summer dwelling birds are leaving for their migration to warmer climates. Our little green herons are already gone from the pond, I haven't seen the Indigo Buntings nor the Blue Grosbeaks in a few days, and I no longer hear the melodious song of the Wood Thrush in the evenings.<br /><br />Our smallest summer residents, the Ruby-throated Hummingbirds, are beginning to leave also. The males have flown south already as I haven't seen one this week. However, some females are still here. Both sexes are metallic green above. The males, as seen here, have a red throat (called a gorget) and a solid black double pointed tail while the female has a white throat and a fan-shaped black tail with white at the end.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD32nPMd8viKaDicrkkKzH6kfv7zKCvrldWEqX7RNdBDVHhXLBGp60YXQPXrclGDWEIVACeXndfA-b6p6EQbPLFH_2GEemTJSDmsHZXBWcuUDhflN1cz27bBc2n7slSsKegwJelKiVjdC/s1600-h/Hummer+-+Male.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 0pt 5px 5px 0pt; float: left; width: 175px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD32nPMd8viKaDicrkkKzH6kfv7zKCvrldWEqX7RNdBDVHhXLBGp60YXQPXrclGDWEIVACeXndfA-b6p6EQbPLFH_2GEemTJSDmsHZXBWcuUDhflN1cz27bBc2n7slSsKegwJelKiVjdC/s320/Hummer+-+Male.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254894234599251202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08meiNnL7aTEwmo9Ju-DJv7KN6qyUu9f6xoObufDDNPYdgCEGb6lBr3UYuZ4uY5ct8pfNpIbmTh1VwiiQzaACgrhe6Id-XSVbM8PKPc6-5VKdvuXig7LdHVj4kCTv-FZJdBL2Omc8nkpB/s1600-h/Hummer+-+Female.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 40pt 5px 5px 0pt; float: right; width: 178px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08meiNnL7aTEwmo9Ju-DJv7KN6qyUu9f6xoObufDDNPYdgCEGb6lBr3UYuZ4uY5ct8pfNpIbmTh1VwiiQzaACgrhe6Id-XSVbM8PKPc6-5VKdvuXig7LdHVj4kCTv-FZJdBL2Omc8nkpB/s320/Hummer+-+Female.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254895322603269362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">From Paintings By GG</span><br /><br />These tiny aerial acrobats fly so fast that they are pretty hard to capture in a photo. They have been clocked as fast as 60 MPH, their wings can rotate up to 78 beats per second, and they can hover, fly directly up or down, sideways, and backwards. Baker loaned me a tripod so with his help and encouragement I was able to take several good shots of some having a territorial fight at the hummingbird feeder on my porch, a few of which I will share with you.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1eqqY636SDOpTHDYWXtVPrSDLtdhOG11xelfgTSTnnVdNe315SfUoyiTAyggWBGNvr1wvPHEH_Sn50wVA9f0Czah1bvfPCclyVrCKEiiVSzZrkEhf4gfLVq3_IyQQYVgwdci-BerjCA7/s1600-h/100_4027Cr.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1eqqY636SDOpTHDYWXtVPrSDLtdhOG11xelfgTSTnnVdNe315SfUoyiTAyggWBGNvr1wvPHEH_Sn50wVA9f0Czah1bvfPCclyVrCKEiiVSzZrkEhf4gfLVq3_IyQQYVgwdci-BerjCA7/s400/100_4027Cr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254897372088253602" border="0" /></a><br />Hummingbirds live only in the western hemisphere and some are the smallest birds in the world. Of 388 species only 16 live in the contiguous US. The Ruby- throated Hummingbird is the only one who lives east of the Mississippi River and they travel to central America for winter. In the late summer they must fatten up to make their long journey, as these tiny birds fly from the southern coasts all the way across the Gulf of Mexico to their winter home. This is an astonishing 500-mile, non-stop journey across the water for such a little creature. Excluding beak and tail they are no longer than two knuckles on your finger!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOJ6mWPxEH7DqjYNAiyWC0pqLUzB-jQOZfy-npQR4giayYwuDUKmQaj6Qw8O72jYcioBa0cg7BHqyVVEsOXAlMw35NAeUoPDyNttvjZq4_oE4kDLr-wPjA5Lk-MURrJsvpODI5jRONxGk/s1600-h/H-birds+select1.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTOJ6mWPxEH7DqjYNAiyWC0pqLUzB-jQOZfy-npQR4giayYwuDUKmQaj6Qw8O72jYcioBa0cg7BHqyVVEsOXAlMw35NAeUoPDyNttvjZq4_oE4kDLr-wPjA5Lk-MURrJsvpODI5jRONxGk/s400/H-birds+select1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254898145264474514" border="0" /></a><br />Hummingbirds get their energy by eating the nectar from flowers (as well as sugar-water from feeders)and their needed protein from tiny insects and spiders. They are very territorial and defend their food sources diligently. When in confrontations around a feeder they can fly so fast they are seen as just blurred streaks! Though they chase each other viciously they never seem to make contact or hurt one another.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJGIERdjVA7lIU1WbEcimx6hrB8yFplJ5PSRjxfZa2XkIGUwb6z169bItXB7ABYPDmuLpBZzrMNGCQCyC3CYgLHb5cdxCeHYGG1sTrj9Jogn6cJtfHnWxdylLuSHDHp8QP0979b1QWBP6/s1600-h/Hummingbirds.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJGIERdjVA7lIU1WbEcimx6hrB8yFplJ5PSRjxfZa2XkIGUwb6z169bItXB7ABYPDmuLpBZzrMNGCQCyC3CYgLHb5cdxCeHYGG1sTrj9Jogn6cJtfHnWxdylLuSHDHp8QP0979b1QWBP6/s400/Hummingbirds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254899041999666754" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes there were three in this aerial battle but I was never able to catch more than two at a time in a photo. With camera on tripod I then stood still and waited for the action. The two females here twirled around each other for some time before the intruder finally gave up and flew away, leaving the first to devour her "nectar" in peace.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTU5otIXF91O1zGFkjbknjXDWtyw0P3pmm_G4tXMt8WBvNE2eCAr7_x0igkwAWETozrkZCQYhYe15c3b235pzTVbC3OP4D26_fxhA9e74uxoT0nPnRgGLPwENofX9XTwEwqw8hBYelU7nd/s1600-h/100_4038.JPGCrFLS.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTU5otIXF91O1zGFkjbknjXDWtyw0P3pmm_G4tXMt8WBvNE2eCAr7_x0igkwAWETozrkZCQYhYe15c3b235pzTVbC3OP4D26_fxhA9e74uxoT0nPnRgGLPwENofX9XTwEwqw8hBYelU7nd/s400/100_4038.JPGCrFLS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254900101869599250" border="0" /></a><br />By next week they will all have flown south. We will all sorely miss their presence and antics until their return next spring.Graceanne Gratefulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597878065510080643noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-50067893377086050562008-10-07T22:04:00.000-04:002008-10-07T22:50:24.264-04:00This And That From Baker's HatJust like most of you I sometimes don't have the time to make regular posts. Or perhaps the mood is just not right. Or maybe I don't have the right photo's so a post has to sit on the back burner for a while.<br /><br />And sometimes I may take some photo's thinking about a particular post I would like to make, but either I don't make the post or other photo's are a better fit so some of the shots fall by the wayside. Then there are those quick, one-time photo's of something I may never write a post about. It's not that they are the greatest photo's, but I find some of them interesting and thought some of you might also like them.<br /><br />So, for those times when a longer post is not feasible and to share some of those unrelated photo's I decided I would create a recurring post featuring these odds and ends. I considered it sort of like pulling a post 'out of the hat' so to speak. I hope you like this inaugural version of <span style="font-style: italic;">"This And That From Baker's Hat"</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1aPBmN8U89QZI20NvpBr-Nj2eMtqarjBMLq9TI0w3mEsYWbvODOYKs-pzipMRWUcXnS-_p8-nQ-7HYb5UypnsvATY05C1fG6yt9vZ70RWT-EouP6e7oMHV99Qr6ol1IcKW2btEEFU80/s1600-h/100_4732CT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 30pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp1aPBmN8U89QZI20NvpBr-Nj2eMtqarjBMLq9TI0w3mEsYWbvODOYKs-pzipMRWUcXnS-_p8-nQ-7HYb5UypnsvATY05C1fG6yt9vZ70RWT-EouP6e7oMHV99Qr6ol1IcKW2btEEFU80/s400/100_4732CT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252419856873266418" border="0" /></a>This looks like a Ring-necked Snake and I presume it is a Southern Ring-necked as we live within their range. Evidently this one is still young, but I understand it will only grow to about 2 to 3 times this size. (That board is only 3 1/2 inches wide so you can see the snake is not very long.) They are fairly common, but are not often seen in the open due to their small size and their normal habitat of rotting logs, old stumps, and loose bark they can hide under.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkaRsVHCUGZlznSpKzfbEMNWbkYmyqeSBhy4Z9ge7AsMNGb941YYhS-j0L81aCiETDcyJPoVwiH1BjB3YYGLO5A6GH3r07ZdBOsdSck7_9vuJhltNGMW1ckJduD3NTWyEjiRZ6I7wkic/s1600-h/100_2721CXT2C.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 45pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkaRsVHCUGZlznSpKzfbEMNWbkYmyqeSBhy4Z9ge7AsMNGb941YYhS-j0L81aCiETDcyJPoVwiH1BjB3YYGLO5A6GH3r07ZdBOsdSck7_9vuJhltNGMW1ckJduD3NTWyEjiRZ6I7wkic/s400/100_2721CXT2C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252566561265664626" border="0" /></a>I find it interesting how much color one can find in some fairly ordinary wild grasses.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiATb1ZYxVU1SFx7wH-1v-mACBBlcxjfboleMUzeGOlNoEGAOvWffB4lWv5FA4XeQyq2Q6KD0wIMCAjeO9W5bgrPD_OY7AFcwMPToPTmuF_Mjg-bxcqO0Ixg2EBxnPbTx56sAfjbN02Fic/s1600-h/100_2495CXT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 384px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiATb1ZYxVU1SFx7wH-1v-mACBBlcxjfboleMUzeGOlNoEGAOvWffB4lWv5FA4XeQyq2Q6KD0wIMCAjeO9W5bgrPD_OY7AFcwMPToPTmuF_Mjg-bxcqO0Ixg2EBxnPbTx56sAfjbN02Fic/s400/100_2495CXT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252558526955967298" border="0" /></a>I know this may look like just a kiss, but actually a piece of a carrot was involved. He's a sweetheart, though, and just might give you a kiss if you wanted one even without the carrot.Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-28171253657420876862008-10-06T08:45:00.002-04:002008-10-29T12:35:30.934-04:00They Look Good From The Other Side, TooI've been meaning to post a few more photo's of the flowers, but it seems I keep getting sidetracked by other things. Once it was by <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-little-different.html">Something A Little Different</a> and then the <a href="http://fishandfrog-turtleandblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-passin-through.html">butterflies</a> took over.<br /><br />Well here are a few shots from recent visits to the neighbor's flower garden. Although I took several with the standard views it seems I have become quite attached to taking a few with the unconventional view so I thought I would share some of those with you. I think they are beautiful from both sides.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDyVkhQSH0QWbJ12em8v3eiAAwD8NMoQj26DD_1FYZUG3pwNVe_v3sT3Apiu9ocoapkhXDMWDtary5wCV4u5zhPS1XJ5ayox-S7klBjR92qgMBFAa1fAcLHAY9W005WUVqOjbYK6zNe0/s1600-h/100_4869C.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDyVkhQSH0QWbJ12em8v3eiAAwD8NMoQj26DD_1FYZUG3pwNVe_v3sT3Apiu9ocoapkhXDMWDtary5wCV4u5zhPS1XJ5ayox-S7klBjR92qgMBFAa1fAcLHAY9W005WUVqOjbYK6zNe0/s400/100_4869C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252291478700639026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4eAzHJQeae_GJWbi-MirtqaHZm8SmiW22LsYbdY40dWZ6iCFZonXgFgmodg3-gwQbTYHcvPPX8pWtDiX87bsboNgSlPpzAii6HpGy9L6Vt1CI-umVYA_x-EGsiwXS9AoXf7D3VzFDQc/s1600-h/100_4665CX.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 378px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4eAzHJQeae_GJWbi-MirtqaHZm8SmiW22LsYbdY40dWZ6iCFZonXgFgmodg3-gwQbTYHcvPPX8pWtDiX87bsboNgSlPpzAii6HpGy9L6Vt1CI-umVYA_x-EGsiwXS9AoXf7D3VzFDQc/s400/100_4665CX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252291474190292098" border="0" /></a><br />It seems the Gulf Fritillary found this one irresistible, too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3E2-B3In0i_k-1jY7OXp1F4G5M1QdKjIHkK0lvwFgHoLLBKYB2F9HuK3Gu3SLH6QstzYPWueaONyZTy1iP2j3b7mdsueaIW7Tl2bVohRMiDIsinQjtV5oL1jDkuKRf7FXR2mS9X5H9dY/s1600-h/100_4873ct.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 420px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3E2-B3In0i_k-1jY7OXp1F4G5M1QdKjIHkK0lvwFgHoLLBKYB2F9HuK3Gu3SLH6QstzYPWueaONyZTy1iP2j3b7mdsueaIW7Tl2bVohRMiDIsinQjtV5oL1jDkuKRf7FXR2mS9X5H9dY/s400/100_4873ct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252297962819764370" border="0" /></a>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-49475131958234279702008-10-03T23:50:00.003-04:002008-10-06T12:08:11.874-04:00Sad? Well Just a TadQuite honestly I didn't look forward to this week's PhotoHunt theme of 'sad'. It just doesn't seem to fit the general theme and tenor of this blog. I really didn't want to go looking for things that were sad and highlight them in a post.<br /><br />I was thinking about it one day while I was at the pond and finally came across something that I do find just a bit sad. Not really sad, mind you, but sad in a wistful sort of way. I walked around the pond and took a few shots and combined them below.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsJ0R2bDvNXEhAEOF03GGhaN87KpGUVvNgHICZDx_vLBwvuDEjqQJ0o8N0-pRi7u2mz-5q0FKmjzWPh9qYGaenzVzYgAL3Yy-9gp2WU_YTODjX5a1W0fVkSo1VE95FkZRycK56oHctEc/s1600-h/Empty+Sticks.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsJ0R2bDvNXEhAEOF03GGhaN87KpGUVvNgHICZDx_vLBwvuDEjqQJ0o8N0-pRi7u2mz-5q0FKmjzWPh9qYGaenzVzYgAL3Yy-9gp2WU_YTODjX5a1W0fVkSo1VE95FkZRycK56oHctEc/s400/Empty+Sticks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579164382919218" border="0" /></a><br />Now why would I find these sad? They are just sticks after all. Leaf-less twigs and branches sticking out over the water. What is so sad about that?<br /><br />Well just a few short weeks ago those same sticks and others like them would have provided a different view. They were the perches for some of my favorite creatures. On almost any day I could walk along the edges of the pond and capture them in their varied colors and intricate patterns with the sunlight reflecting from their delicate wings.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibNtPcreSzzX7TPZexuilpjr_00mBXJaCVRcSSkZ1LqSy1t2r89AZFnIfAGGM4xVG9mYjtt8kYyOv2tJZDQ1UJKMMYpmYf-JJoABF8MunAyLakerroh-h59Y0mbpFG5dD582urMIMKGE/s1600-h/Dragons.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 384px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibNtPcreSzzX7TPZexuilpjr_00mBXJaCVRcSSkZ1LqSy1t2r89AZFnIfAGGM4xVG9mYjtt8kYyOv2tJZDQ1UJKMMYpmYf-JJoABF8MunAyLakerroh-h59Y0mbpFG5dD582urMIMKGE/s400/Dragons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579161842562594" border="0" /></a><br />So in a small way, for just a short moment, it makes me a bit sad to see the sticks bare of their recent visitors. Their season has passed and soon they will all be gone for the winter.<br /><br />But am I really sad? No. I know it is just the cycle of nature. I can be fairly certain that new dragons will arrive next year to perform their aerial acrobatics and occasionally perch on the sticks and twigs to bask in the warm sun. After all, they have been around over 200 million years so they evidently have this cycle business down pat.<br /><br /><a href="http://tnchick.com/" target="blank" rel="tag">PhotoHunt</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887611572204446516.post-59231527279567396972008-10-02T22:47:00.003-04:002008-10-03T22:29:40.619-04:00The Name At The TopI know the name at the top of the page says 'Fish and Frog - Turtle and Blog' but I must confess we haven't had very many frog posts lately. In fact we haven't had any since the early part of summer when we had tadpoles and tiny frogs by the hundreds (or more likely thousands). There's a good reason for that. We just haven't seen a lot of frogs, at least not the sizable ones.<br /><br />Of course we saw the odd toad fairly frequently during the summer. Most of those were in the woods or near our houses, not near the pond.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjra0ZNhGTycZLtuC_P58hwhTfJZmA39XJ7RDKSqIKfX1iWVVKn6qIo9o3qrdGYuD_3A81JFzs6WUQ_hL_c-cob-TLmBOKnQnKvmQhegTWIZrJ6vAWTFoEar2BtQC25tFoTqalqkAtD1p0/s1600-h/1-100_2039CX.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 362px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjra0ZNhGTycZLtuC_P58hwhTfJZmA39XJ7RDKSqIKfX1iWVVKn6qIo9o3qrdGYuD_3A81JFzs6WUQ_hL_c-cob-TLmBOKnQnKvmQhegTWIZrJ6vAWTFoEar2BtQC25tFoTqalqkAtD1p0/s400/1-100_2039CX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252385205223063410" border="0" /></a>And we continued to see the really tiny frogs along the edge of the pond all the time. I must admit I was a bit surprised by this. They do not seem much bigger than they were when we originally saw hundreds of them months ago, but I see they actually have grown some when I compare them to the earlier photographs. I just expected them to grow a bit larger.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpyGqZK1tN3d8065tdr2VTz6awMQ72ZinYsyX8PaLET__YuO-u8KWBWvTWHBv44MyFUbvlazEdWqfc0c33niO5ZuD_MQqGb7CWnDf5La6haQtiUyTpGaGA5hXp-h7kPX3TlkpsZn-7UA/s1600-h/100_0180CSHPHLSD.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 384px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEpyGqZK1tN3d8065tdr2VTz6awMQ72ZinYsyX8PaLET__YuO-u8KWBWvTWHBv44MyFUbvlazEdWqfc0c33niO5ZuD_MQqGb7CWnDf5La6haQtiUyTpGaGA5hXp-h7kPX3TlkpsZn-7UA/s400/100_0180CSHPHLSD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252385207256563394" border="0" /></a>But as for the larger frogs, we just haven't seen many despite the fact that we saw lots of the large tadpoles during the spring. During the early summer we would listen to their mating calls in the evening and could distinguish several different species. Those calls slowly faded away for the most part within a month or so.<br /><br />I was sure there were some larger frogs around. I could see them from a distance as they jumped into the pond upon my approach. But sneaking up on them for a shot was another matter. Now over the past few weeks I've begun to see a few of them up close.<br /><br />There was this little guy settled comfortably in the mud along the edge of the water. Larger than the others, but still not what I was looking for. I'm still a little curious about what he was planning to do with that sword-looking stick he has his left front leg wrapped around.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5eSYejV_8lzOAVU4aNL2to0ukl76ZY3Br1LFXOqnx5q1EBISCFMHXKKtNJtlJLbTy-TlSeqid2tOgp5PMm-EjlSojo53m07GRMwcv8Yz6NOb-0OMcCWaLRuP-YycWSV8yjoObWupfzI/s1600-h/100_3546CT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5eSYejV_8lzOAVU4aNL2to0ukl76ZY3Br1LFXOqnx5q1EBISCFMHXKKtNJtlJLbTy-TlSeqid2tOgp5PMm-EjlSojo53m07GRMwcv8Yz6NOb-0OMcCWaLRuP-YycWSV8yjoObWupfzI/s400/100_3546CT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252391482418236226" border="0" /></a><br />Then a few days ago I found this guy below. Finally, a larger, more interesting frog. Nice patterns and very clean. Out in the open. A good subject if ever there was one.<br /><br />He just sat there for me as I approached. He even stayed motionless as I sat down cross-legged right before him to take a few shots. Finally he jumped into a small bit of grass which prevented a good clean view. I figured I would use my hand to ease him back out of the grass and into the open so I could get a different angle for a clean shot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixB_sGMBjOfZDbUunu2rMVpHb-wtKY73dtv0lcAKCuSY5bL8_9wDAnmgNLcCJjEWiq_GcF2iUBAZ3eWWEtB8jMzgtcUGXgo296cZxLYVL_7Ibne5wrFqUoE7uJ43IhpvY-o1dEcsr3xcs/s1600-h/100_4646CT.jpg"><img style="border: 5px solid rgb(101, 157, 50); margin: 10pt 5px 5px 0pt; padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 204, 51) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 383px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixB_sGMBjOfZDbUunu2rMVpHb-wtKY73dtv0lcAKCuSY5bL8_9wDAnmgNLcCJjEWiq_GcF2iUBAZ3eWWEtB8jMzgtcUGXgo296cZxLYVL_7Ibne5wrFqUoE7uJ43IhpvY-o1dEcsr3xcs/s400/100_4646CT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252385211673682818" border="0" /></a>Well he had other ideas. Rather than go where he should go he decided to hop right up in my lap. Now I'm sure that would have made a great video with me trying to squirm around and free the frog (that was now falling between my legs) while not squashing him flat. He was moving a little too fast for me to catch him with my left hand while holding the camera in my right.<br /><br />And then he disappeared. He just vanished. We never knew where he went, but you can be sure I was soon standing upright and checking things out considering I had on a pair of rather loose-fitting shorts at the time and I wasn't ready for any sudden surprises. Now I'm not afraid of frogs or anything like that, but in my opinion there are certain limits that don't need to be crossed in this communing with nature stuff.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>Baker Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06431580638031405772noreply@blogger.com7