After Mt Hiko I drove to Oita, to meet up with the hikers. The season of pink was in full swing. Hikers everywhere. The only bird I saw was a bunting in the wetlands.
Chestnut-eared Bunting, ホオアカ
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After Mt Hiko I drove to Oita, to meet up with the hikers. The season of pink was in full swing. Hikers everywhere. The only bird I saw was a bunting in the wetlands.
Chestnut-eared Bunting, ホオアカ
Continued from the previous post
Driving by again. Wow, the Kingfisher offers a good view! This time I just get out of the car quickly to take a few shots. Then moved on.
Ruddy Kingfisher, アカショウビン
You go for one bird and meet another. That happens often. The target bird was there, but would not show itself. 5Meters away, hiding, no view. I passed the point for Ruddy Kingfisher. There was the bird, but where are the crowds? There must be something better around
Ruddy Kingfisher, アカショウビン
The best place to see old, big trees in Japan. Shrines. The Camphor trees are home to many birds. They often have orchids growing from the thick branches. Lots of insects live there. The rope made of rice, called Shimenawa, marks the tree as holy, or spiritually significant.