wader bird

A female phalarope near the Bloody Dick Creek Road. They seem to be a bit early this year.
Nikon D7100, Manual Mode, Tamron 150-600mm VC, F/6.3, ISO-500, ET 1/1250, Focal Length 600mm, Handheld Vibration Control on

Least Sandpiper ~ Wiesenstrandläufer ~ Calidris minutilla

Camouflage is everything - especially when you are the smallest shorebird. :-)

St. Marks Wildlife Refuge, Florida, USA

2014 © Jesse Alveo

‘Under the Dome’

Low tide at (Rough Island) Island Hill, Strangford Lough, Northern Ireland.
With about an hour to go before sunset, and the forecast for patchy cloud and rain, convinced myself to take the 25 minute drive to Island Hill. Glad I did!
The causeway to the island is exposed for several hours at low tide, and light rain added to the lush colour of the scene.
‘Between the tides, a range of habitats appear from differing grades of mud and sand to boulders and salt marsh. The area is rich in worms, shellfish and other small animals that are a vast food source attracting migratory birds and waders, with some species found in internationally important numbers during the winter. Eelgrass is abundant and is the principle food source of Brent geese, many thousands of which migrate to the Lough during September and October.’

Killdeer ~ Keilschwanz-Regenpfeifer ~ Charadrius vociferus

Dear Killdeer, why is your name so strange? Of course I know, hehe: The strange name is an onomatopoeia, which means that the bird is named after his/her call.

Despite all his/her efforts to blend in, I still got a decent shot of that comical and clever bird who is able to pretend to be injured to distract predators from nest and chicks.

Orlando Wetlands, Florida, USA

2015 © Jesse Alveo ~ All rights reserved

Little Bittern (female) ~ Zwergdommel (Weibchen) ~ Blongios nain ~ Ixobrychus minutus

Extremely secretive and increasingly endangered, the Little Bittern can remain unseen by the birder for a long time (or forever …) when this wading bird is patiently waiting for food to appear without moving. I don’t know about the Little Bittern, but the Eurasian Bittern makes an interesting deep sound, like blowing air over the opening of a bottle, which you can hear where this fascinating bird from the heron family still finds a suitable habitat.  

Southern France

2014 © Jesse Alveo


Black-bellied Plover ~ Kiebitzregenpfeifer ~ Pluvialis squatarola

It is an interesting experience when the bird you are taking pictures of falls asleep in the middle of it. :-D (And pssst … Have a look at those eyelashes! :-)

Sanibel Island, Florida, USA

2014 © Jesse Alveo

blackfirewolf  asked:

Oh man, I'd kill to read a gravity falls daemons au.

OOOHH MY GOD THANK YOU. Currently my list is this:

Dipper: (he settles when he stands his ground against the alien drone) a sacred ibis, the symbol of Thoth, Egyptian God of wisdom and writing.

Mabel(settles after they escape from the bubble, floating to the ground in a cloud of confetti): purple heron, herons symbolize grace and beauty, even though they’re dorky wader-birds that eat frogs like candy

Stan: California Condor. I’ve always characterized Stan as a survivor, somebody who knows how and when to go to ground to stay alive. So I thought a scavenger, an animal that came straight to the brink of extinction and survived, would be a good choice. Also, please imagine this giant fuckoff vulture staring out over the gift shop, giving everybody the Evil Eye. I bet nobody shoplifts.

(They’re also separated, like witches, though they’d rather keep that a secret - right up until they get desperate, say, when being arrested by the FBI Magesterium agents.)

Soos: tapir. Please look these up. They look like the mutant baby of a pig and an elephant, and they are the cuddliest cutest little shits alive.

Wendy: a fluffy coyote that sleeps in the sunlight patches in the gift shop. (Dipper’s Amalthia keeps landing on his ears as a sparrow and he continues to wearily shake her off every time.)

Pacifica: a white ermine, or stoat. Unlike a real animal, he keeps his white coat year-round instead of shedding it in favor of brown in the spring. Ermines are associated with wealth, but only because their fur is highly priced, worn traditionally by Catholic monarchs.

Preston Northwest: a Spanish Fly beetle. These beetles secrete a caustic substance from their joints as a defense mechanism. This substance- cantharidin- was rumored to be an aphrodisiac for a long time, but is actually toxic, and can be fatal to humans.

Mrs. Northwest: a Madagascan cuckoo. Cuckoos push other birds’ eggs out of their nests to replace them with cuckoo eggs.

Grenda: a capybara, the largest known rodent. She settles after the Northwests’ bash.

Candy: unsettled for that whole summer, but eventually lands as an East Asian dollarbird. 

Marius: a sugar glider

Gideon: unsettled, but she has a tendency to prefer different snakes, or large cats.

Bud Gleeful: Common opossum. She naps in car engines.

Mrs. Gleeful: House shrew. Shrews are tiny insectivores that are incredibly low on their local food chains; they’re incredibly nervous animals. He mostly hides in her pockets.

Robbie Valentino: a tiny, fluffy pomeranian. He puts a studded leather collar on her to try to make her look badass. If you point out that she looks ridiculous, you get about the same reaction as pointing out that fingerless gloves are hilariously uncool.

Tambry: a Himalayan longhaired cat

Thompson: a chocolate labrador

Lee: Newfoundland dog

Nate: Bluejay

Manly Dan: an American Akita, brown and black. Very fluffy, but a fierce guard dog.

Tyler: English Whippet. It’s a hunting dog, a sight hound, but very spindly and weird-looking.

Melody: a green tree frog

Sheriff Blubs: Brown Thrasher

Deputy Durland: a skinny, wild-eyed cougar

Agent Powers: a ridge-nosed rattlesnake

Agent Trigger: an American Sparrowhawk

McGucket: a prickly stick insect

Toby Determined: a Semipalmated Sandpiper

Lazy Suzan: Budgett’s frog (have you seen these? They look hilarious.)

Quentin Trembley: an African land snail. She tends to suction-cup herself onto his face.

Gabe Benson: a pygmy owl

Mermando: a dolphin. Mermaids always settle as fish/water-dwellers.

The Manotaurs all have dog daemons, most of them feral-looking mutts.

The gnomes all carry around chips of bark and tell people they’re daemons. No one is fooled.

Bill Cipher has no daemon. He knows what they are, probably better than humans do, but he’s much more interested in the funny noises these meat-sacks make when their tiny animals get hurt.

And around the town, but especially the Mystery Shack, a Eurasian Griffin Vulture slowly circles. Everyone assumes she belongs to the witch-clans that make their home in the mountains. Stan’s condor (Hyacinth) flies out of open windows, some nights, to sit with a daemon so far away from her human she can barely remember how to speak.