Showing posts with label East River. Show all posts
Showing posts with label East River. Show all posts

Sunday, July 20, 2014

East River Terns

In summer it is easy to spot slender aerodynamic terns diving head first into the East River to catch small fish. Common terns, Sterna hirundo, and Forster's terns, Sterna forsteri, are both likely sightings.

This Forster's tern is resting on the Brooklyn shore of the East River between dives. Click to enlarge. 
This is a common tern. The differences between common and Forster's terns are subtle and confuse many birdwatchers. Common terns have darker backs, bills more red than orange, and a less extensive black area at the tip of the bill. The feathers of the folded wings are noticeably darker.  



Tern Joke Time!

A German taxidermist walks into a sausage store, places his order, but then notices he has forgotten his wallet. All he has with him is a stuffed bird, which he offers in payment. The storekeeper agrees to take a tern for the wurst.


Why do terns fly in flocks?
Because one good tern deserves another!



A flock of terns flew over a marijuana club in Denver.
No tern was left unstoned!


A deckhand on the night shift of a cruise ship was assigned to clean mud from the links of an anchor chain. A big broom was the perfect tool to sweep away the mud, but a little tame bird kept landing on the broom and getting in the way. The deckhand repeatedly caught the bird and tossed it into the air but it came back again and again. The next morning the captain was shocked to see that nothing had been accomplished. “Not my fault,” the deckhand said, “I tossed a tern all night but couldn’t sweep a link!”


Sunday, June 8, 2014

Reflected Gull

This laughing gull was bobbing up and down on swells in the East River near the Brooklyn shore. The moving surface of the water distorted and redrew its reflection. Click on the images to enlarge. 
“Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.” Haruki Murakami, from Dance Dance Dance. 

“Mirrors are perpetually deceitful. They lie and steal your true self. They reveal only what your mind believes it sees.” Dee Remy, from There Was Once a Boy.  
“Bewilderment increases in the presence of the mirrors.” Tarjei Vessas, from The Boat in the Evening.  

"Look in the mirror and one thing's sure; what we see is not who we are." Richard Bach.   
“Mirrors,' she said, 'are never to be trusted.” Neil Gaiman, from Coraline. 

“Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.” Jean Cocteau.