Life in the Pumpkin Shell's Photos

Smother their own mother for a peck of corn. Go lay some eggs, why dontcha?

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I love them, and I don't know why. I see them everywhere, yet can't NOT take a picture. These were at Trader's Point Creamery near Indianapolis. I was there to shoot cows and chickens (fun to type) and shot cone flowers! The very next fargin' day, I was at the garden center purchasing this same color for our yard.

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Our eyes met, and I knew she was the one. *Not the Golden Gate Bridge, but hey. Ya go with the local specialty, and around these here parts, it's farm animals.

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Multi-tasking as all parents must do. I was walking through Eagle Creek with my friend. We took a break at Lily Pond, where I snapped a few photos to justify lugging 50 pounds on my back for six miles.

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Our new house in the country. Jack is six. Pickles is three. She's the future president. That'll be about the time he's landing his rocket on Pluto.

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This bird had a feather complex. He seemed to be a leader amidst the flock of lorikeets at the Indianapolis Zoo, but he wasn't very nice about it.

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Wonderful place to shoot with the 50mm. Part of the challenge is not getting pooped on. Don't think I'm kidding.

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Visiting friends for the Cherry Festival in Traverse City, Michigan. They had a fantastic roof.

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Pickles and her Grandma (my mother-in-law). Gave this to her for Mother's Day. She still thinks Tom took this picture. *sigh*

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This is me for my avatar. I'm Ange, "Writer Mom," "Life in the Pumpkin Shell," writermotherwifeme.blogspot.com, etc. I'm here because I copy everything my brother does. He's always cutting edge, so it's convenient for me.

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First photo on Zooomr. The story behind this hawk is that I've been making attempts for over a month to get a clear shot of her. She swoops our back pasture for rodents and gets chased by the smaller birds. My 300mm is always a little too short, or my hands are a wee too shaky. I wanted a VR for this, but told myself I MUST get a clear shot without the VR help before I'm allowed to have one. I find it fitting that I stalk this hawk using our bird poop covered fence posts as my monopod. I used to read Ranger Rick as a child. It comes through in my photography.

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