Diving For Fish
In a flash almost to fast to follow, the Osprey forms a blurred streak as he plummets from heaven into water
Powerful talons flex outward and reach as what some call a fish hawk breaks the surface in an attempt to reach its prey.
When powerful wings draw the great bird back out from the [...]
Man of the River
Some ten or so years ago, I sat on the back of an 18th-century style batteau with my feet dangling in the water, watching a timeless moment unfold before me.
This was the James River Batteau Festival. This was the chance to step back in time, witnessing events that are timeless.
Three young boys [...]
Diving For Fish
In a flash almost to fast to follow, the Osprey forms a blurred streak as he plummets from heaven into water
Powerful talons flex outward and reach as what some call a fish hawk breaks the surface in an attempt to reach its prey.
When powerful wings draw the great bird back out from the [...]
A Little Bluebird Humility
During the latter week of May, a mother and father bluebird take turns hunting for food and bringing that food back to the nesting box to feed their young.
As I watch them hover in front of the box’s opening, I hear the cries of the four young ones within.
The sight reminds me [...]
And so is born “Hunter of Stories … Spirits of Earth.”
A part of Mike Tripp’s Hunter of Stories website, Spirits of Earth offers a place for him to share the stories he captures (in both words and photos) of the Natural World and those people who honor it in some way.
Diving For Fish
In a flash almost to fast to follow, the Osprey forms a blurred streak as he plummets from heaven into water
Powerful talons flex outward and reach as what some call a fish hawk breaks the surface in an attempt to reach its prey.
When powerful wings draw the great bird back out from the [...]
What Is Rain To A Hawk?
The rain falls.
It falls in heavy sheets all around the larger red-tailed hawk as she perches.
From her vantage point up on a utility line, the huntress scans the field before her — a field located just miles from Augusta Springs, Virginia
Moving her head first one way and then the other, [...]
And so is born “Hunter of Stories … Spirits of Earth.”
A part of Mike Tripp’s Hunter of Stories website, Spirits of Earth offers a place for him to share the stories he captures (in both words and photos) of the Natural World and those people who honor it in some way.
A Little Bluebird Humility
During the latter week of May, a mother and father bluebird take turns hunting for food and bringing that food back to the nesting box to feed their young.
As I watch them hover in front of the box’s opening, I hear the cries of the four young ones within.
The sight reminds me [...]
Determined to Persevere
One spring day, a turkey vulture soars effortlessly on the warm air currents over the small community of Buffalo Gap.
From its vantage point high above, the ground below resembles a patch work quilt from which sharp eyes can find the food of its choosing.
From below, a lone crow sees the vulture.
The much smaller [...]
Man of the River
Some ten or so years ago, I sat on the back of an 18th-century style batteau with my feet dangling in the water, watching a timeless moment unfold before me.
This was the James River Batteau Festival. This was the chance to step back in time, witnessing events that are timeless.
Three young boys [...]
Home Is Where The Nest Is
Some may think it begins with the egg, but this story finds its start in the early days of spring.
A pair of chickadees find a newly built birdhouse and decide to call it home.
Taking turns, male and female are equal as for days they fly from the nesting box attached [...]
Sweet Taste of Perseverance
During the first days of spring in 2006, I brought home a collection of strawberry plants that were so small, they seemed as tiny as blades of grass.
Although it was still weeks from being safe from frost, I was excited at the prospect of strawberries becoming the latest addition in our plans [...]
Harassing Freedom
Not far from the Harry F. Byrd Visitor Center on the Skyline Drive, three crows squawk and carry on from three different perches in three different trees.
The subject of their attention seems to be hidden somewhere in the pine tree between them.
Movement stirs the branches of the pine as the male red-tailed hawk launches [...]
Mama “Ge-HO”
As one of her adoptive young flies safely to the far end of the flight pen, the other sidles over to Mama “Ge-HO” who stares down the human intruders who stand in the middle of what has become her domain.
She voices a clicking sound which seems to serve as a warning.
“‘Ge-HO’ stands for G [...]
