This evening—while flipping through some photos my father took when visiting the Gulf of Mexico, off the coast of Florida, a few years ago—I stumbled across this wonderful picture of this beautiful bird.
I have to confess, I don’t know much about birds, especially shore birds. If anyone can help me decipher what kind of amazing creature this is, I would love to know.
Looking forward to hearing your comments,
Two weeks ago my father passed away, suddenly. He had been sick, but his death was sudden.
A few days earlier, he had pointed out to me the snow geese that were flying in a nearby field. They were migrating to a warmer, better climate to ride out the barren, cold winter. What a beautiful site it was to behold!
Reflecting upon the phenomena of migrating geese, I am struck by the similarity of my father’s passing. Like the geese, my father’s soul has followed the path of migration and moved on. On past the ugliness of this world and the suffering he endured. On to unending joy and peace in the arms of his Savior.
“…And he shall rise up at the voice of the bird…”
My first summer back in Missouri after living in California for 11 years: Hot and Humid and Buggy!
That’s the downside.
The upside: Amazing Backyard Birds!
One in particular made a nest on the back porch at my temporary abode. It was absolutely FASCINATING! I watched her build the nest. When her hatchlings appeared, I watched them grow. When the day came for them to fly, they flew away right in front of me!
I simply had to know what kind of birds these were.
I purchased a “Birds of Missouri” Field Guide. Between it and the internet–which has video recordings of birds singing–I narrowed my new feathered friend down to an Eastern Phoebe.
I began to recognize her daily morning call: “Fee-Bee, Fee-Bee, Fee-Bee!”
And then she laid more eggs.
The new fledgings flew away yesterday, and I did not hear my Phoebe this morning.
I wonder, “Will she will return to her nest or is she gone for good?”
The Final Leg of our Bike Ride through Dogwood Canyon.
Crossing the Arkansas Border…
Another Waterfall at the End of the Trail…
Full of Golden Rainbow Trout!!!!
Seeing the Golden Rainbow Trout was a real treat for me! I’d never seen one before and was happily snapping picture after picture. The one on the left is my favorite photo of these beautiful fish.
“…Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”
Matthew 4 :18
Categories: Animals, Biking, Dogwood Canyon
Tags: Animals, Biking, Christianity, Creation, Dogwood Canyon Nature Park, Fish, Golden Rainbow Trout, Nature, Photography, Waterfall
The Path through Dogwood Canyon continues…
This week’s photos highlight a little chapel, located at the beginning of the trail just on the other side of last week’s covered bridge.
After the chapel, we rode our bikes past waterfalls, over bridges and close to dogwood trees.
Don’t forget to check out next week’s BLOG for the FINAL LEG OF OUR JOURNEY…WILDLIFE!
NOTE: My husband, Dan, took most of these pictures as I am too busy having fun riding my bike through the park.
- A little chapel with a huge window at the front, framing a waterfall.
We chose to bike through the canyon.
Dogwood Canyon is full of beautiful bridges.
Another beautiful bridge…
Waterfalls in the creek
Waterfalls flowing off the cliffs
“O LORD, how great are thy works!”
My first trip since moving from California to Missouri…
Just this week, my husband and I were blessed to have visited Dogwood Canyon Nature Park, located near Branson, Missouri.
What a peaceful place! We decided to bike through the canyon along a trail that followed a stream chock full of trout with waterfalls both in the water and cascading down the cliffs, which bordered the stream. And…Dogwood trees were scattered all along the creek’s edge.
Today’s pictures are of an old Grist Mill, turned into a museum and restaurant. And, a covered bridge, which began the first leg of our journey. Both of these structures added to the charm of the park.
Truthfully, this canyon made me feel as if I were back home in Yosemite Valley (minus the high granite cliffs)—It was that serene.
I’ll be blogging about this adventure over the next several weeks. You won’t want to miss the end of the trail…I was so surprised by a little bit of wildlife that I had never seen before.
For more information about Dogwood Canyon Nature Park visit their website at http://www.dogwoodcanyon.org/
Lately, I’ve been reflecting upon the butterfly and the dramatic change that occurs during its very short life span—the metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly—along with the migration of the Monarch Butterfly.
And comparing it to the change that will be occurring in my life—
We’re leaving California next month to build a home on some acreage in the Midwest, and I am VERY EXCITED about this change!!! I will be closer to my family. I will also be near a wildlife wetlands refuge–New material to photograph and share! Yay!
Back to the butterfly.
The beginning of this month, my husband and I visited the Monarch Butterfly Grove, at Pismo Beach, California, where thousands of butterflies west of the Rockies migrate each winter, clinging to the leaves of the fragrant eucalyptus trees for warmth, food and protection. These butterflies are four generations removed from the ones who migrated here the year before. Yet, they know exactly where to go, guided by an Unseen Hand.
May that same Unseen Hand guide all of the changes along all our paths…