Posted on 03/09/2009 3:31:51 PM PDT by SWAMPSNIPER
Zippity Doo Dah Zippity Ay My oh my What a wonderful day.
This flock of White Ibis will let me approach within 10 or 12 feet if I move slowly. They were resting quietly in a patch of little flowers. Scenes like this only come along occassionally. The dark birds are last years chicks.
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beautiful photography...
nice shots sniper. more evidence that Spring has arrived
It’s the truth;
It’s actual;
Everything is satisfactual.
Georgeous birds, pictures
You do fantastic work!
Thanks so much.
Just amazing!!!!
Wonderful, Thank you!
Nice pictures.
Beautiful as always!
great pics
Plenty’a sunshine headin’ my way.......
Brilliant colors, beautiful setting. I guess they’re getting used to the guy with the camera, eh? Nice that they didn’t fly away.
Sitting up here on my hill in upstate NY, covered in fog and freezing drizzle, having just discovered a leak in my roof that flooded my shop last night, and feeling all down, I opened your post and was greeted with beautiful Ibis! And was reminded that not all is gray, but there is beauty (if slightly out of reach at times). Behold the work of our Creator!
I enjoy your photos every time, and have passed links to your site to my family. You bring joy into our lives, and I thank you from my heart for this happiness. Carry on, Sir!
I need to go to the ocean to remember that even with all this mess man is making, the tide still comes in and out.
Plenty of sunshine
Coming my way
“Mister Bluebird on my shoulder.....”
And yet “Song of the South” is banned as un-PC.
IIRC, old Uncle Remus was a towering figure of respect for the white children. His wisdom and counsel were much sought after.
I have the original record from 1946. I found it in a old record store... even had the sheet music in the album sleeve.
Wow. Ten years later I was in primary school and Br’er Rabbit was all over the cereal boxes. Grew up with Br’er Fox and Br’er Bear.
During WW2, my mother and my fathers sisters, and sisters in law, all came together at the old homestead in Decatur, Georgia. The family men were all in the service, scattered all over the world. It was a big mess of rowdy, rollicking cousins, falling out of trees, climbing the Wisteria vines, you name it, we were busy little demons.
An African American lady named Ann McDaniel worked for my grandmother, as much because Annie was a close friend as because Gran needed the help. She loved all of us little cotton topped kids like we were her own. We loved her back, like family. We never heard the N word in the family, would have had our little butts kicked if we had ever said it.
My family has been Southern since 1749, I can't see how any of us have ever fit the common stereotypes.
I witnessed more hatred in the year I went to school in Canton, Ohio, than ever among my Southern family and friends.
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