Photo credit: Andy Maclachlan
Monday, February 29, 2016
It'd be better in color, but still impressive. I did find a thermal camera image, however. Don't slip and fall in!
This image is from a temporary thermal camera located on the south rim of Halemaʻumaʻu and looking steeply toward the north at the active Halemaʻumaʻu vent. The temperature scale is in degrees Celsius up to a maximum of 500 degrees (932 degrees Fahrenheit) for this camera model, and scales automatically based on the maximum and minimum temperatures within the frame. Thick fume, image pixel size and other factors often result in image temperatures being lower than actual surface temperatures.
From yesterday, these horned owls perched together after being flushed from their barn, and softly hooted to each other.
The nesting pair of bald eagles. Big and bad.
Once flushed from the barn, this barn owl flew in figure eights over us to try and understand what the ruckus was about. Here's looking at you!
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Today the youngest daughter and I rose at four, and headed over the hill to Minden, Nevada, in the Washoe Valley country south of Reno.
It was a photography expedition.
We went with a group of bird photographers, and although that specialty isn't really our bag, it was fun to see what sort of feathered friends were around. Here at the ranch headquarters there were three barns, and one of our group went to each barn in turn and flushed out both barn owls and horned owls. The cattle, though, were unimpressed with our activities.
This fellow didn't like much having his cozy spot in the rafters disturbed.
I found the ranch buildings and their detritus more interesting, from a photography standpoint.
A Studebaker pickup slowly returning to the soil.
This owl was switching barns - they fly faster than you'd think, and before your frozen fingers can focus and click, they are past you.
Washoe Valley, near where a pair of bald eagles were nesting. Apparently, these two eagles come back every year and raise a couple of chicks. They were a bit too far away for good pictures.
A sage brush crossroads, with the mighty Sierra in the background. There were three bands of wild horses in this little valley.
What a contrast between the gently rolling hills and the rugged snow covered peaks.
All in all, a fun, if long day way over on the east side.