You Looking at Me?!

On one of our many adventures exploring Southern California’s farming country, we happened upon quite the spectacle—an osprey enjoying a sushi lunch atop a power pole.

Enjoy yourselves as well,

Jenni and Ken

The Birds of Salton

You’ve been so patient, so kind in waiting for the best, which we saved for the last of our Wednesday’s adventure posts.

 

We came across an abundance of pelicans, herons, gulls, and cranes on the shores of The Salton Sea, and this is what had Ken so preoccupied with the binoculars as I snapped away with my camera.

And so without further ado, we shall share our pictures.

Love and blessings,

Jenni and Ken

Gracefulness, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

The Birds of Southern California

Ken has been snapping to his heart’s delight, all the unusual birds of this beautiful desert oasis. Okay, so they aren’t so unusual, unless you’ve lived an otherwise untraveled life, such as I have. It has been great, seeing all the new wildlife, birds, and plants.

Here are a few of the birds. I have identified them where I could. There’s one elusive bird, who refuses to pose for the camera—The roadrunner! Yes, we have seen them, but our cameras have not been quick enough to capture this delightful creature. Maybe before our journey is through . . .

Here, we have a lovely Blue Heron, but we have those up in Oregon, too.

A little difficult to see here, this is a Killdeer. Yes, we have those in Oregon, too. I hear them calling, even in the night. They compete with the trains that go by almost constantly right outside the resort.

So, yes, we have ducks, too. I don’t seem to be making my point about unfamiliar wildlife. Hang in there.

This little guy has some strut and a long tail, but his flock mates seem to be missing their tail feathers.

This is a Great Egret, notice the yellow bill. The Snowy Egret is smaller and has a black bill.

This little flycatcher appears to be a Western Wood-Pewee. Somebody needs to tell him that that is a lure, not a fly.

This goofy bird I saved for the finale. It is an immature Black-crowned Night-Heron.

Thank you for following our adventures. We appreciate each and every one of you.

Love,

Jenni and Ken

Blessings, Divine

Please forgive the lapses in my postings. Life tends to get out of control when one has a chronic illness. Sometimes I feel like a tumbleweed, tossed around at the mercy of the world’s winds.

Since we arrived at Fisherman’s Retreat in Redlands, I have spent most of my time indoors, recuperating. Sometimes I feel left out, as Ken goes on his daily walks without me. I’m just not up to such long walks right now.

There are blessings even in this, for without me out there taking pictures, Ken has been honing his skills. He has become more intentional in his photography. I’m even considering turning that branch of creativity over to him totally, for a time, anyway. It is much too much, all that I try to accomplish with my creativity. And it is good, very good, to give him this special chore.

So, from here on out, the majority of the photos I will use in my blog will actually be Ken’s contribution. The Lord has blessed me once again, through my husband and all this beauty.

May you be blessed in your comings and goings and doings and being,

Jenni and Ken

Pretty As a Peacock

While sight seeing around Lake Solano, near Winters, California, we happened upon

A gaggle of geese? No.

A murder of crows? No.

A bevy of quail? Nope. Not that, either.

We found a muster of peafowl.

Enjoy some pictures of these birds, who seemed overly friendly, gathering around me, waiting for handouts.

Peace and blessings,

Jenni

Don’t Be Late For Dinner

On our drive to see part of Lake Berryessa yesterday, we traveled down the road toward Pleasant Cove and happened upon a ranch. In the pasture, I spotted one gray cow among all the angus. I asked Ken to stop so I could get a few pictures.

Lo and behold, when they saw our truck stop, they must have thought we were bringing dinner. We triggered a Pavlov response, and they began bellowing and trotting toward the barn, watching us as we slowing traveled down the road.

We laughed so hard, I almost forgot to take pictures.

But then, when we got a little farther down the road, we triggered the same response in a hog. What is it about our big white truck? Does it just scream, “Dinner’s coming?” The pig actually appeared to jump for joy when she saw us.

What I do know is that they made my day, to see these animals so excited by our presence, even if the local horses only gave us a passing glance and the wild turkeys ran for the hills.

Peace, love, and a good meal to you all,

Jenni