To describe my lifelong fascination with flight and with creatures that fly I like to echo the words of John James Audubon who in 1839 wrote of himself as "...one who never can cease to admire and to study with zeal and the most heartfelt reverence, the wonderful productions of an Almighty Creator."
Monday, February 20, 2006
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Sunday, February 05, 2006
More reflections on "The Meaning of Birds"
Continuing the quote by Charlton Ogburn, Jr.:
"...voicing in the lost, falsetto cries of the gulls the mood of the beckoning, dangerous sea, in the whiplash calls of the chuck-will's widow the nighttime witchery of the southern woods, in the cathedral-singing of the thrush an intimation of a transcendent purpose in the universe."
Saturday, February 04, 2006
In the strong wind that was blowing in from the coast this morning, the only gliders I found flying near the McMinnville gliderport were two American Kestrels (a male and a female) and a Rough-legged Hawk, but even they did not spend much time in the air. The female pictured here on a fencepost also spent some time using the tail of a glider as a lookout post.