Pale Male looks at Lola as she jumps down from a higher branch of the same tree. - Sunday January 8, 2006 Lola waits her turn for a share of the Sunday evening meal. - Sunday January 8, 2006 Lola (top) and Pale Male on the south side of The Maintenance Field. - Sunday January 8, 2006 I found this little Koala Bear in The Locust Grove this morning. - Sunday January 8, 2006 Robin near The Locust Grove. - Sunday January 8, 2006 Robin near The Locust Grove - Sunday January 8, 2006 Dark-Eyed Junco (thanks for the ID). Found him/her around 86th Street and The West Drive. I'm sure you may realize by now that when I say I cannot ID a particular bird it's not because the bird is any particular challenge to be identified, but rather it's because my knowledge of birds is extremely limited. This is due to mainly laziness on my part to look them up. I have received several field guides mostly as gifts from friends, all of which I soon pass on to children that I meet in the park. I hope you'll continue to tolerate my ignorance of the subject and please feel free to correct/advise future postings. - Sunday January 8, 2006 - Sunday January 8, 2006 Baby RTH near Bethesda Fountain. - Sunday January 8, 2006 The big guy is still around but has been changing trees daily. - Sunday January 8, 2006 Squirrel gets close to The Great I listened to several people exclaim how ‘stupid’ the squirrel was for getting so close to the owl. I tipped my hat to the little fellow for having what it took to do what he/she did. Most little squirrels will go to bed tonight falling asleep with images of their day; of risky jumps from flimsy branches, of digging for nuts they found were stolen, of climbing up tripods to get the attention of photographers, of keeping far, far away from fierce looking raptors. But this brave soul will peer out of his tree window this evening and watch the waxing moon do what waxing moons have done over and over for millions of years—wax. Then he’ll probably lift his chin toward Saturn and all the sparkling stars above him and relive the images of staring at a great horned owl in the eye. He’ll remember what it felt like to almost touch the great one’s talons and how big and shiny they were. He may smile in a way that only squirrels smile and may fall asleep feeling proud, happy, excited, maybe even accomplished. I doubt very much however that he’ll fall asleep feeling ‘stupid’ - Saturday January 7, 2006 - Saturday January 7, 2006 - Saturday January 7, 2006 Sleep well little pal. - Saturday January 7, 2006 Cooper didn't make much fuss today as he did last Friday with The Great. He spent under a minute, said some nasty things and was on his way. - Saturday January 7, 2006 The Ralph Kramden of owls - Saturday January 7, 2006 - Saturday January 7, 2006 - Saturday January 7, 2006 Cardinal at The Oven. I didn't see any screeches at The Riviera tree today. - Saturday January 7, 2006 A Carolina Wren from last weekend. This weekend looks like it's going to be beautiful and my cold is gone--thanks for all the lettters. All photographs above taken New Year's weekend, 2005