May 31, 1988 - Significant date.
Such a long time ago....the passage of time can heal.
A beautiful bud.........
Blooms into a beautiful fragrant flower.....Jasmine..
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Worship songs links
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtxmSAqMtDA
Give thanks with a grateful heart
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0ar5EfvAcU
I offer my life to you
You are forever in my life/through it all
http://www.youtube.com./watch?v=33aGaYAZvL4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtxmSAqMtDA
Give thanks with a grateful heart
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0ar5EfvAcU
I offer my life to you
You are forever in my life/through it all
http://www.youtube.com./watch?v=33aGaYAZvL4
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Bubul bird nest, eggs, hatchlings, fledglings
Bird nest no. 3(July 08)
Many times in the past when I was feeling very down and out, something would happen which would cheer me up. It uplifted my spirits to see new life begins. The bubul bird nested in my tree again on the anniversary of my angiogram. It laid 2 eggs and 2 new birds were added into the environment. New life, new hope.
Photographs by GloriaJoyVictor.
One of the parent bird with a berry/seed in its mouth waiting to feed the young fledglings.
Bye bye birdie & it flew away. Back into the wild.
The bird, now called a fledgling, ready to fly and leave the nest.
Many times in the past when I was feeling very down and out, something would happen which would cheer me up. It uplifted my spirits to see new life begins. The bubul bird nested in my tree again on the anniversary of my angiogram. It laid 2 eggs and 2 new birds were added into the environment. New life, new hope.
Photographs by GloriaJoyVictor.
One of the parent bird with a berry/seed in its mouth waiting to feed the young fledglings.
Bye bye birdie & it flew away. Back into the wild.
The bird, now called a fledgling, ready to fly and leave the nest.
Crouching down. Parents were warning them that I, the camerawoman, is an enemy. Parents will appear whenever I approach the nest. The male bird even attacked me by flying past my face. I could feel its wing pass my ear. It was scary and I screamed. Never knew birds could be so fierce and protective.
Either the mom or dad bird feeding them. Both parents take active part in feeding. Very responsible fathers. Birds dont divorce!
Feathers forming.
The mother bird holding some white cotton fibre for building its nest.
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