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Outside in the Rain
A barn swallow takes a break from hunting insects over South Quigley Lake along Ridgefield’s auto tour and puffs itself out in the rain.
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Wings Over Ridgefield
A male barn swallow stretches out its wings while perched on a cattail. All swallows have long, swept wings, but here you can see a feature unique to barn swallows: the long thin tail feathers that stick out even past the long wings.
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Preening
A barn swallow preens one of his long wing feathers by dragging it through his bill. The action was so fast that I didn’t realize he had a single feather pulled out until I got home and saw the picture. While he cleaned his wings, there was one part that didn’t get cleaned (and you can see it in the picture): there’s a bit of dried mud on the beak itself.
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Hello Miss
While this female had paired with the male above, she nevertheless rebuffed his two attempts at mating (or at least having a bit of fun). Females tend to have lighter coloring in the chest than the males, which was pretty obvious in these two birds.
I took this picture with my 500mm telephoto lens while standing on a little wooden footbridge on the Kiwa Trail at Ridgefield. Before I bought the lens a couple of years ago, I debated long and hard on whether it was a worthwhile purchase. When I get my first time machine, I’m going to pay a visit to that past self and slap him around a little bit for waiting so long to buy the lens, it’s become a real favorite of mine. |
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George, I'm Hungry!
The amount of energy it takes parents to feed their hungry hatchlings is astounding. These three birds have grown from hatchlings to fledglings. In between feedings, they would prepare for their eventual first flight by standing on the edge of the nest and flapping their wings rapidly, often bumping into the others in the tight confines. But the moment one of the parents flew into the blind, they'd open their mouths wide, their bright orange mouths a sudden contrast to what had been just drab browns and blues.
This picture was taken in a viewing blind at Ankeny National Wildlife Refuge, a little to the south of Salem, Oregon. |
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MMMMMMOOOOOOOMMMMM!
There's one in every bunch.
I can't help but think back to my childhood, riding in the old Chevy station wagon, invisible lines drawn between the seats to keep you from poking your siblings on a long trip. You'd put your finger as close as possible to that line, hovering in the air for no purpose other than to drive your siblings crazy, keeping the letter of the law but violating its spirit. |