August — lives in the moment, not for all time. And for holidays.
In August, my True Love and I finally embrace our inner wildlife photo-journalist (yes, I can hear you laughing, dear reader). Wind, snow or rain shall not stop us. Luckily the sun shines most of the time. August starts with a bang. (The following photo was actually taken in late July, but it missed the cut for my July wrap-up.)
One frigid day, we grit our teeth, hoist our cameras and huff and puff into a strong headwind. As I pause for breath, I turn my head and observe that I am not the only one needing a rest. Can it get any better than this?
It is hungry work taking photos, so we stop for sustenance.
The early bird gets the worm.
Or maybe it eats another bird? My True Love and I debate this. I’ll leave that to your imagination, dear reader, rather than my fertile one.
We persist and are rewarded by the scent of an early spring on the breeze.
It is magnificent.
Love is in the air. The excitement is palpable but it creates tensions
The rivers (and lakes) bring life — a siren’s charm.
I remind you, dear reader, that it is still winter here. It was a mere 16º C when the following photo was taken. Like I said — love, or something, is in the air.
Hubba, hubba. (I can’t believe I wrote that!)
Like a shag on a rock. (Keep it clean, ladies and gentlemen.)
Or a darter on a stick.
Looking for love in all the wrong places? Try fishing instead.
Soon there will be new life. Life, however, can be ruthless. The river of life also brings tragedy and for those that don’t make it — the rainbow bridge (not a term I commonly use, but hey, I’m going with the flow).
I’m not sure that I am cut out to be an intrepid wildlife journalist. It’s harsh. The swamphen was sitting on eggs, but she and the eggs disappeared about the same time we saw the rakali eating the bird (see Top Predator Of The Lake). As for the fate of the red-capped robin (He – Red Capped Robin), who knows? And yet, the things we see each day are amazing. Maybe September days will be too.
What? You’re still here? Yes, I know. You have to help us sing the song.
Sing it with me.
This is my response to The Changing Seasons — August monthly photo challenge hosted by the lovely Su Leslie of Zimmerbitch. I am also linking to the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Enthusiasm, because I am nothing, if not enthusiast, for all creatures great and small. Everyone is welcome to join in these challenges. Why not give it a go?