Last Saturday, we went on a NJ Audubon-led walk around Petty’s Island, located on the Delaware River in Pennsauken Township, NJ. The Philadelphia skyline can be seen from the island. The island was long used by Citgo, which shut down its petroleum operations there in 2000. The island was set to be developed (very developed) but a Bald Eagle nest and some bad press for the developer ultimately led Citgo to pull out of its agreement and eventually it was decided the island would be turned over to the NJ Natural Lands Trust once cleanup was completed by Citgo. The island is currently in transition—one shipping tenant remains but not for long and Citgo’s oil tanks have been removed. The island will likely not open to the public until 2020 or 2021 but for now it hosts a few cleanups and walks each year. We saw over 50 species, including a flyover Bald Eagle. Palm Warblers and Blue-gray Gnatcatchers were the most plentiful migrants of the day. @njaudubon #PalmWarbler#PettysIsland#bestbirdshots#bb_of_ig#kings_birds#pocket_birds#bird_brilliance#feather_perfection#birds_adored#sassy_birds#birds_captures
shares with us this fantastic shot
Species: 🔹Jacobin Pigeon🔹
Thank you for your support, and for sharing your great work with us!
@eye_spy_birds is dedicated to helping create a positive, supportive, and ethical community of creative artists. Please encourage your fellow artists with kind words and support their galleries!
Image selected by @cgarley13
✅ Follow and tag #eye_spy_birds
Founded by @art_door
We proudly support, and highly recommend these fantastic hubs:
Red collared dove (streptopelia tranquebarica)
Male: deep ashy-grey head; black hind-neck collar; rich wine-red back; slaty grey-brown lower back, rump and uppertail; whitish tips to all but central tail feathers. Female: much like Eurasian Collared Dove, but smaller size and more brownish colouration distinctive.
Martian Eagle preys on an Egyptian Goose! Royal guests witnessed this magnificently large raptor in action - from the ambush to devouring of its victim. Did you know that Martian Eagles can spot potential prey up to 5km away?
Location: Lower Zambezi National Park | Zambia
Photo Credit: @ Robert Kaemba
A black-breasted buzzard over Bowra Station, Cunnamulla, south-west Queensland. Not in my top three raptors but nonetheless a very handsome bird which I was excited to get a good look at #blackbreastedbuzzard#kite#bowrastation
Tag #BIRDS_iLLife 🌐
The Artist @joaosergiobarrossouza 🎤
PIC CHOSEN BY
F/A 👨💻 @ciccimura 🇮🇹
BIRDS_iLLife is Member of @HUBS_iLLife
Please visit its galleries
ID Tag #illbird_joaosergiobarrossouza ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖
It is inevitable to lose the people we #love ; family members, friends, pets or colleagues. Experiencing the #loss is a pivotal part of the learning process to lead a happy and productive life. After all, on a long enough timeline - everyone departs. Every relationship comes with an expiry date, no matter where you put it. People leave. We get upset. Then, we move on. Only when we feel that the relationship has not reached its logical conclusion are we overwhelmed by its finality. So, we try hard to recall how they left us. We remember the sights of the departure; more importantly, the #sounds .
The muffled announcements at the #airport . The chugging melody of train wheels as they turn on rusty tracks. The hoarse cries of a hawker at the bus stop. The screeching of car tires, as they kick up dust and smoke. A front door slammed shut. The shrill notification tone of a private message. Or the gnashing of metal clamps against a fiberglass coffin.
#Goodbyes can be wordless compositions. A cacophony of noises that we associate with the loss of someone. Even if things get better, and we learn to live without them - the sound of their #departure can haunt us forever.
We hear them right before we take a shower. On a crowded road when we are stuck in traffic. Past the midnight hour when the TV watches us fall asleep. Anywhere and everywhere. When we least expect it. Or when we hear it a mile away. They are a part of the #soundtrack of our lives; belonging in the jukeboxes inside our heads. We can access them anytime. Play them, like dusty and scratchy LPs. Take from them what we need, and leave the rest to gently fall asleep.
Everybody loses the ones they care about. We all exit stage left some time or the other. And if we cannot love the ones - who have left us - the way we used to, we can at least turn them into songs. We can make music out of our memories of them, without ever having to lose them again.