Palmetto State Park

Posted on January 22, 2015 by treshabarger

Hubby and I hiked a short trail at the Palmetto State Park. It was a beautiful, clear day and we took advantage of it.

The park is named after the tropical dwarf palmetto plant.

Dwarf Palmettos

It has an old water mill that is now used to keep water in the swamp. The building doesn’t really lean; that must have been me and my camera.

Water mill

The literature says that close to 240 species of birds can be found at the park. I’m thinking that includes migrating birds and maybe they don’t all live there at once. I heard a woodpecker and managed to get a photo.

Woodpecker

I also discovered — by chance — an item that I suspected to be a geocache. I left it undisturbed.

A geocache?

Bird in a Tree

Posted on January 17, 2015 by treshabarger

A female Northern Cardinal in our Burr Oak tree, waiting for me to leave so she can fly down to the food I just put out.

A female Northern Cardinal in the Burr Oak tree

Waiting patiently in the cold

Morning Buffet

Posted on January 13, 2015 by treshabarger

Morning buffet at the picnic table.

Lots of birds eating off a picnic table that is used as a bird feeder

Pretty crowded

Friday Fiction: First Friday

Posted on January 2, 2015 by treshabarger

Instead of a new photo prompt this week, the Friday Fictioneer group extended the time frame for last week’s photo to two weeks due to the holidays. But I still wanted to write a new story for my Fiction Friday series, so I chose two of my own photos for my story. Enjoy!

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A group of seven birds sitting in a tree without leaves; it's winter

First Friday Night

— Where are we? I mean, what is this place?

— Don’t start with me, Sam. You know the rules: The first Friday of each month we choose a new place to check out.

— Yeah, but, I didn’t know we would be eating outdoors in the middle of winter. It’s cold.

— We’re birds, Sam, we eat outdoors every day, every season.

— Yeah, but, sometimes we find feeders with suet. This is, like, out in the middle of nowhere. And no suet in sight. Are there hawks? I bet there are hawks here.

— Sam, do you see any hawks? No hawks; now shut up. Look, there’s the server. Get ready to swoop down as soon as she leaves the food on the table.

— Okay, everyone, NOW!