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2nd T20I: All-round Australia beat WI to take unassailable 2-0 series lead - Yes Punjab News Australia women beat West Indies by 17 runs in 2nd T20I; Alana King shines as Aussies clinch three-match series with a game to spare.

2nd T20I: All-round Australia beat WI to take unassailable 2-0 series lead yespunjab.com?p=231381

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Youth Sailors Launch Tide Turners Environmental Initiative Discover how youth sailors are leading the charge for ocean conservation with Tide Turners, promoting stewardship and monitoring efforts.

4/4 An initiative linking ecology and national security for long-term resilience. The future of Caribbean sovereignty lies in education and ecosystem protection. 🏆
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Youth Sailors Launch Tide Turners Environmental Initiative Discover how youth sailors are leading the charge for ocean conservation with Tide Turners, promoting stewardship and monitoring efforts.

4/4 Une initiative qui lie écologie et sécurité nationale pour une résilience durable. Le futur de la souveraineté caribéenne se joue dans l'éducation et la protection des écosystèmes. 🏆
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US freezes all visa processing for 75 countries, including Somalia, Russia, Iran State Department halts visa processing for 75 countries including Somalia, Russia and Iran to crack down on applicants likely to become public charges.

USA FREEZES ALL VISA PROCESSING for 75 COUNTRIES
The full list of countries is below (and includes apparent enemies like the #Bahamas #Barbados #Jamaica #SaintKitts #SaintLucia & #SaintVincent)
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#SaintVincent e le #Grenadines dichiarano l'indipendenza

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#StVincent&Grenadines declare independence

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27th October is the 46th anniversary of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines Independence from Britain. See the video on flagsbook youtube. #Flagsbook #SVGIndependence #SVG #Kingstown #SaintVincent #WestIndies #Caribbean #stvincent

AI-Powered Rooftop Mapping Boosts Urban Resilience in Saint Vincent

AI workflow using satellite images reached F1 scores of 0.88 for roof pitch and 0.83 for material classification in Saint Vincent, aiding cyclone and flood risk models. Read more: getnews.me/ai-powered-rooftop-mappi... #ai #saintvincent

Female Shiny Cowbird A field behind a beach cottage. A cowbird I’d never seen before.

A field behind a beach cottage. A cowbird I’d never seen before.

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Female Shiny Cowbird By the third morning at Sugarapple, I had slipped into a quiet rhythm. Wake early, step softly past the French door, camera in hand, and walk the narrow path behind the cottage. The sky was usually pale and streaked with the last of the morning stars, but by 6:20, golden light was spilling across the grass. Each day began this way—standing alone in the damp field behind the beachfront cottage at Friendship Bay, camera raised, eyes alert, ears tuned. There’s a kind of joy in seeing something familiar and yet always new. The first to arrive were the doves. They showed up every morning like regulars at a café. The Zenaida Dove, stockier than the rest, with a soft pinkish chest. The Eared Doves, a bit sleeker, often in small pairs. Common Ground Doves, tiny and quick. Even a Eurasian Collared Dove now and then—clearly an import but comfortable among the others. They foraged in the low grass, sometimes pecking near each other, sometimes apart. It had only been three days, but I already knew the patches where the grass grew thicker and the little muddy trail to Friendship Road where I always stepped too heavily. This morning, though, there was a stranger in the mix. Female Shiny Cowbird (Molothrus bonariensis), Friendship Bay, Bequia · Tuesday 13 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 640 · 1/250 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 600 mm · f/8.0 At first I thought it was a juvenile grackle. The posture was familiar: alert, slightly forward-leaning, eyes bright. But it wasn’t quite right. The bird wasn’t glossy, and the plumage wasn’t a solid black or blue. It was dark, yes—but flecked and soft-looking, a dusty brownish-grey that caught the morning light with a quiet texture. The beak was stout and a bit curved. She moved with a kind of nervous energy—hopping, pausing, scanning. I fired off a few frames. The sun was low but already rising fast, pushing sharp shadows behind each blade of grass. The temperature was just over 25°C, and there wasn’t a breeze. The air felt still but not heavy. You could hear the sea on the other side of the coconut trees, slow and even. The bird let me get three clear shots before she moved deeper into the grass. In one of them, she’s looking right at me—curious, not alarmed. I didn’t know who she was until later. I ran the photos through Merlin ID and cross-checked the guidebooks back at the cottage. Molothrus bonariensis—the Shiny Cowbird. A female. The name “cowbird” always felt oddly plain to me, especially for a bird that causes so much drama in the avian world. Shiny Cowbirds are brood parasites. They don’t build their own nests or raise their own young. Instead, the female lays her eggs in the nests of other birds—sometimes several hosts in the same season—and leaves the parenting to them. Some hosts reject the eggs. Others raise the chicks as their own. Sometimes, the cowbird chicks grow larger than the host chicks and outcompete them for food. It feels ruthless. But also strangely elegant. A survival tactic honed by time. Female Shiny Cowbird (Molothrus bonariensis), Friendship Bay, Bequia · Tuesday 13 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 1000 · 1/250 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 600 mm · f/8.0 The female Shiny Cowbird is quiet in her colouring. Her feathers are brown with subtle streaks, her body slim and watchful. The males, I would learn, are more striking—iridescent and glossy. But this one was no peacock. She moved like someone trying not to be noticed. It’s possible to mistake a bird like this for something younger or less sure of itself. I had wondered if she might be a juvenile—perhaps even of another species. But the structure was all wrong for that. The bill was fully shaped, the feathers crisp and even, and the posture deliberate. There was no fluff, no awkwardness. She was clearly an adult. A mature female, doing what female cowbirds do—watching, moving, considering. Standing in that field, I found myself thinking about presence and consequence. Here was a bird I’d never seen before—one I might’ve overlooked if not for the camera. And yet her brief visit added a new species to my life list. There’s always something slightly miraculous about a lifer—the first time you see a species. It’s not the rarity or even the beauty that makes it matter. It’s the realisation that the world is just a little bigger than you thought it was the day before. That there are still names you don’t know and songs you haven’t heard. Later that afternoon, I thought of the dozens of nests she might have visited. The hundreds of eggs she might have laid. The generations of birds who raised her young without knowing. And how quietly she stood there that morning, almost blending into the grass. ### Like this: Like Loading... 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A field behind a beach cottage. A cowbird I’d never seen before.

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Walking Through Montreal Gardens - Island in the Net I could hear water trickling—soft, steady, tucked beneath the green.

I could hear water trickling—soft, steady, tucked beneath the green.

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Ten Minutes With a Tropical Mockingbird - Island in the Net A Tropical Mockingbird doing what it does best—hunting, moving, and ignoring me entirely.

A Tropical Mockingbird doing what it does best—hunting, moving, and ignoring me entirely.

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St. Kitts and Nevis: Disaster averted as Coast Guard responds to MV ADDIE K distress call - WIC News The near drowning reportedly happened on Sunday, July 27, 2025, after the ADDIE K vessel ran aground off the coast between Sandy Point and Newton Ground.

Sea vessel drowning disaster averted as the #StKitts - #Nevis Defence Force - Coast Guard quickly sprang into action in response to a distress call they had received from an MV ADDIE K, a Ro-Ro/Passenger Ship sailing under the flag of #SaintVincent and the #Grenadines. wicnews.com/saint-kitts-...

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I didn’t even remember taking the photo—until I a look at the Lightroom catalogue showed me a Pale-vented Pigeon I’d missed entirely that morning.

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Ten Minutes With a Tropical Mockingbird I hadn’t planned the morning. I just wanted to move, to do something with the early part of Monday while Bhavna was still asleep. I had gone to bed early the night before—around 8PM, which is rare for me in New Jersey. That gave me a head start. I left the cottage at 6AM with my Fuji X-T3 and the 150–600mm lens slung over my shoulder. The light was still gentle. The air hadn’t lost the coolness of night. Behind the cottage, the ground was damp with overnight dew. A pair of Zenaida Doves scratched quietly at the soil. A Tropical Mockingbird flitted along the old stone wall, pausing now and then to listen. High above, a Pale-vented Pigeon sat motionless on a electrical wire, half in shadow, keeping watch over the small birds below. I walked slowly. No sudden movements. It felt like I had been let in—not fully, but just enough. I spotted a Tropical Mockingbird on the lawn, staying low and alert. I stood still. It hopped, paused, tilted its head. Then it jabbed at the ground and came up with a small green caterpillar dangling from its beak. That detail mattered—not just for the photo, but for what it said about the bird’s focus. It was working. Feeding. Maybe preparing to return to a nest hidden somewhere nearby. Tropical Mockingbird (Mimus gilvus) · Monday 12 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 800 · 1/80 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 467.6 mm · f/7.1 Tropical Mockingbirds (Mimus gilvus) are common in this part of the Caribbean, especially in open or semi-open areas like roadsides, scrubby fields, and village gardens. They’re bold birds—confident, territorial, and unbothered by human activity. Unlike their northern cousins, they don’t mimic other species’ calls as often. Their own song is bright, varied, and piercing—less a performance and more a declaration. This one didn’t sing. It was too focused on breakfast. Their diet is mostly insects and fruits, and occasionally small lizards or eggs. On this morning, the mockingbird was busy picking through dry grass for caterpillars and beetles. I saw it strike the ground more than once. The movement was fast and precise. It knew what it was doing. I stayed low and started shooting. The light was soft and low, with just a hint of warmth creeping in. I waited for the Mockingbird to face the right way, watching how it adjusts its stance, deciding which frame gives the clearest story. The bird never once looked startled. Just alert, doing what it needed to do. Tropical Mockingbird (Mimus gilvus) · Monday 12 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 5000 · 1/250 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 600 mm · f/8.0 At one point, it turned its back to me and I took the shot anyway. The tail feathers, the light, and the angle all worked. There’s a kind of grace in a creature not needing to perform. I liked that it didn’t care about me. It made the frame feel more honest. Later, reviewing the photos, I noticed how small the gestures were. A turn of the head. A slight bend in the legs. The caterpillar caught at just the right moment. Nothing dramatic happened. But I kept coming back to those frames because they didn’t feel like they were trying to impress. They felt like the bird was simply going about its day, and I happened to be paying attention. Tropical Mockingbirds defend their space fiercely. They are know to chase off larger birds and even the occasional human who gets too close to a nest. But this one didn’t seem concerned about me. It might have known I posed no threat. Or maybe it just had better things to do. I love mornings like this. The absence of rush. The permission to just watch. ### Like this: Like Loading... Birds Travel Wildlife Backyard BirdingBequiaBirdingBirding LiferBirds of the CaribbeanCaribbean BirdsIsland BirdsIsland WildlifeLesser AntillesMimus gilvusNature PhotographySaint VincentSaint Vincent and the GrenadinesTropical MockingbirdWildlife ObservationWindward Islands

a Tropical Mockingbird doing what it does best—hunting, moving, and ignoring me entirely.

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Sunday at Sugarapple A quiet Sunday with doves in the grass to rain on the bay—flamboyant trees, bitter melon, and barefoot walks threading the day together.

A quiet Sunday with doves in the grass to rain on the bay—flamboyant trees, bitter melon, and barefoot walks threading the day together.

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Sunday at Sugarapple Sunday started slow. The kind of quiet you only get when there’s nothing pushing at the edges of the day. I woke early and stepped out the back of our beach cottage. The air was still cool, the light pale and clean. The cottage sits amid a clearing of grass—part lawn, part scrub, a broader patch of dry grassland and lightly shaded trees. A few scattered palms reach just high enough to move with the morning breeze. The clearing is framed by a small house enclosed by a neat fence, a well-tended garden inside. Just east of it, a second house rests in contrast—unfenced, informal, almost blending into the open space between us. There’s no clear boundary between that dwelling, the grove of coconut palms, a few utility sheds, and the small boats propped in the grass nearby. Some of the boats sit under trees; others are tilted or partly covered with old tarps. The area feels practical, in motion—part homestead, part working yard. Further east still, Friendship Road curves into the shade of coastal vegetation. I would explore that another day. For now, I stood quietly in the back of the cottage and watched the birds. Doves. So many doves. Dozens. The back of the cottage was full of them. Some pecked at the sparse grass, others perched on the fence wires. I counted at least three kinds: Zenaida Dove (Zenaida aurita), Eared Dove (Zenaida auriculata), and Common Ground Dove (Columbina passerina). They moved with a calm order. The Zenaidas strutted and blinked. The ground doves flicked low between shadows, barely a flutter. A steady rhythm to their morning. Eared Dove (Zenaida auriculata) · Sunday 11 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 1250 · 1/80 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 600 mm · f/8.0 Near the edge of the property, I noticed bitter melon vines (Momordica charantia), their jagged leaves curling through a chain-link fence. Yellow blossoms caught the morning light. One unripe fruit dangled low, still small and green. I hadn’t seen one in years. The kind of plant that hides in memory until it appears again in real life, right where you least expect it. Zenaida Dove (Zenaida aurita) · Sunday 11 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 640 · 1/80 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 600 mm · f/8.0 I went back inside and waited for Bhavna to wake. A little while later, as we left the cottage for breakfast, the breeze had picked up. I noticed a tidy crown of Manila palms (Adonidia merrillii) as we crossed the Bequia Beach Hotel property—dozens of them planted in regular rows, swaying slightly. They lined walkways and landscaped corners, anchoring the space between buildings and footpaths. Just beyond, in a slightly sloped corner near the main hotel pool, I spotted a sweetsop tree (Annona squamosa). Its broad leaves drooped with the weight of fruit—green, scaled globes. Near it stood a large mango tree, still heavy with unripe fruit. And just a few steps away, a cashew tree, unmistakable with its smooth, elliptical leaves and thick stemmed nuts beginning to form below the cashew apples. We followed the garden paths through the hotel grounds, heading toward the exit that leads to Friendship Road. But we didn’t go out to the road. Instead, we turned up a side track between fenced lots, passed through an old gate, and started up the cement path that leads to Sugarapple Inn. It’s not a long walk, but it’s steep. First a short incline, then a flight of stairs that runs past the pool. The path winds upward through scattered shade. On the way up, I stopped at the sweetsop tree again—this one growing on the sloped lawn of the Sugarapple Inn. I recognised it from the scent and shape. Below it, the grass was damp. A few fallen mangoes, unripe and split, lay on the slope. I noticed a few early cashews as well, hanging low on their stems. Something about that scene—the way the fruit trees shared space, their branches intermingled—felt familiar and ordinary in the best way. Near the walkway beside the verandah, a Tahitian gooseberry tree (Phyllanthus acidus) stood in full fruit. In Bequia, we call them “damsel.” The pale green berries hung in tight clusters along bare twigs. I reached up, plucked a few, and popped them into my mouth—sharp, tart, mouth-puckering. “I used to love these as a kid,” I told Bhavna. Some people pickled them in salt. Others made jam. I liked them either way. Tahitian Gooseberry Tree (Phyllanthus acidus) · Sunday 11 May 2025 Apple iPhone 16 Pro · ISO 100 · 1/1400 sec iPhone 16 Pro back triple camera 6.765mm f/1.78 · 6.76 mm · f/1.8 We reached the top of the path, where the wide verandah of the inn opens toward Friendship Bay. There, against the sun-warmed wall of the building, a climbing fig (Ficus pumila) had begun to creep up the stone, its tight leaves forming a dense green mosaic. I traced its shape with my eyes, watching where it split at the upper edge of the wall, curling in two directions. We paused a moment, then sat down for breakfast. View from the verandah of the Sugarapple · Sunday 11 May 2025 Apple iPhone 11 · ISO 32 · 1/5500 sec iPhone 11 back dual wide camera 4.25mm f/1.8 · 4.25 mm · f/1.8 The verandah overlooks the Bequia Beach Hotel and the curve of the bay beyond it. The flamboyant tree (Delonix regia) that stands beside the verandah wasn’t in full bloom yet, but red-orange blossoms had begun to open. Its long, dry seed pods hung like ornaments. While we ate, a Gray Kingbird (Tyrannus dominicensis) landed on one of the higher branches. It scanned the air with its sharp, slightly smug posture, flicked its tail, and held still. Watching us. Then it darted off toward the distant beach. Coffee came in a French press, strong and dark. I added eggs to the basic breakfast offering for ten extra dollars, mostly out of habit. The plate came with slices of coconut flour loaf—dense, soft, and perfectly toasted. I toasted it myself. Bhavna and I sat quietly, easing into the day. View of the hills from the verandah of the Sugarapple · Sunday 11 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/600 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 316.2 mm · f/7.1 As I sipped my coffee, a Zenaida Dove landed in the flamboyant tree, no more than a metre from where I sat. It tilted its head once, fluffed its feathers, and held my gaze for a few seconds. Then it turned and dropped into the branches below. We got to talking with Brian, an expat who had returned to St. Vincent after decades in the States. He spoke slowly, evenly. Said he missed the way things moved slower here. That, and knowing when to stop chasing. He introduced us to Michael, who runs private speedboat trips out to Mustique and the other Grenadine islands. Michael had that calm, weathered look of someone shaped by the sea. He didn’t need to tell his stories—they were written in how he carried himself. After breakfast, we called Curtice Taxi for a ride into Port Elizabeth. It didn’t hit us until we arrived at Knights Grocery that it was Mother’s Day—and a Sunday. The staff was already locking up. We begged for five more minutes, and they agreed. We rushed through the small store, grabbing bread, peanut butter, bottled water, rice, and dried pigeon peas. Enough to get by for a few days. The shop reminded me of the bodegas we used to visit in Corona, Queens, back when I lived with Mom, Shane, and Bruce in East Elmhurst in the late ’80s. Same quiet bustle, same quick decisions, same feeling of making do with what’s available. A group of tourists arrived just as the doors closed. I tried to explain in shaky French—“c’est fermé”—and they nodded, disappointed but understanding. There was something communal about it, all of us outside the shuttered shop, bags in hand, waiting for taxis under the hot midday sun. The ride back was quiet. I had leftover pizza from Mac’s for lunch. Bhavna and I lay still under the fan for a while, drifting in and out of sleep. It was that deep, loose kind of rest that only happens when you’ve already accepted the shape of the day. By mid-afternoon, the tide was out and the air had cooled slightly. We set out along the beach looking for a place called The Sand Bar. We went the wrong way at first—southwest, toward the rocky end of the bay, where reef stones break the shoreline. No bar. Just wind, shallow water, and a few birds picking through the shallows. Magnificent Frigatebird (Fregata magnificens) · Sunday 11 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/950 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 179.1 mm · f/5.6 Above us, two magnificent frigatebirds circled high on rising thermals. Their long, angled wings caught the light as they soared—sharp silhouettes against the soft blue sky. I managed to catch a clean shot with my Fuji X-T3 as one passed low above the beach. We turned back, passed our cottage, and continued walking past the small boats pulled up on the shore. A simple wooden sign finally pointed us toward The Sand Bar. A few men were working on a boat nearby. “Just there,” one said, nodding around the bend. On the way, just as we reached the last boat, I saw a dove sitting alone on a fence—an African Collared-Dove (Streptopelia roseogrisea). Pale grey-pink body, thin black collar. Not a native. Likely an escapee. But it looked content enough, blinking slowly, tail feathers twitching in the breeze. We arrived at The Sand Bar. It was smaller than I expected. Tucked just above the beach, with a low roof, rafters, ceiling fans spinning lazily. Part of the Bequia Beach Hotel, it serves the nearby condos—some still under construction. We took the swinging chairs—wide wooden seats, thick ropes—and faced the water. Bhavna ordered a rum punch. I got a Friendship Fizz—cold, citrusy, with just enough bitterness to feel grown-up. We sat for a while, quiet, watching the water change colours as the light shifted. Then the rain came. No warning. No drizzle. Just a sudden, full downpour—fat drops slapping the sand, soaking the deck. We finished our drinks and walked back through it, laughing a little, shoes in hand. It was warm rain. We didn’t rush. By the time we reached the cottage, the storm had already passed. The sky was clearing again—soft blue pushing through the thinning grey. We changed out of our wet clothes and went for a swim. The sea had calmed. The beach was empty. The light was gold and low. Floating there, in water that barely moved, felt like rinsing off the day. Back at the cottage, we made rice and peas with the dried pigeon peas we’d picked up earlier. The kitchen was small, but it worked. We ate on the verandah with plates in our laps. Barefoot. Still damp. The last light dipped behind the hills and took the day with it. The day had moved through stillness, birds, sun, conversation, errands, rain, and back to calm. It never felt rushed. It just unfolded. ### Like this: Like Loading... Travel African Collared-DoveBeach CottageBequiaBequia Beach HotelEared DoveFriendship BayGrenadinesIsland LifeLesser AntillesSaint Vincent and the GrenadinesSugarapple InnVacation JournalWindward IslandsZenaida Dove

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Broad-winged Hawk (Buteo platypterus) An encounter with a Broad-winged Hawk on a rainy Vincentian road.

An encounter with a Broad-winged Hawk on a rainy Vincentian road.

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Broad-winged Hawk (Buteo platypterus) **Day Five · Thursday 8 May 2025 · Mesopotamia, Saint Vincent** The claws wrap tight around the rusted iron rod, yellow toes gripping the crumbling top of what looked like the remains of an old concrete fence post. Its feathers are damp, clumped in places from the soft rain still falling. The bird doesn’t flinch. It watches, one eye turned toward me—sharp, steady. We were on the Richland Park–Montreal Road, heading up to Montreal Gardens in Charlotte Parish. Somewhere northwest of Mesopotamia, west of Biabou, southwest of Greiggs. Bhavna was in the back seat, Paul at the wheel. I can’t remember if she saw it first or if I did. Either way, the moment we noticed it, Paul offered to stop. He knew how much I loved photographing birds. Maybe he wanted to help me feel better about not seeing the Saint Vincent Amazon on the Cumberland Nature Trail. I don’t know. I welcomed the opportunity. I knew immediately it was some kind of raptor. Even from a distance, you could see it in the posture—upright, composed, completely still. Paul pulled over, but the angle was wrong—too far, too oblique. So he eased the car forward into a farm entrance, tyres on wet grass. He said he’d handle it if the owner came out. I got out slowly, camera already in hand. Bhavna and Paul stayed in the car. The bird stayed where it was. I walked forward, careful not to rush. Broad-winged Hawk (Buteo platypterus) · Thursday 8 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 3200 · 1/250 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 600 mm · f/22 The post was old, covered in moss, two rusted bits of rebar jutting from the top. The hawk—though I didn’t know its name yet—seemed unbothered. It just watched. I could hear Bhavna’s voice from the car, low and amused, and the faint hum of the engine behind me. The air smelled like wet earth and cattle and rain. I managed six shots. Each time I edged closer, the hawk shifted—sometimes just the head, once the wings. Then, just like that, it lifted off, wings wide and low, curving upward and landing further into the farm, out of range. A single beat. No sound. Just gone. Later that afternoon, back on the veranda, I uploaded the photo to iNaturalist. Paul had already gone home. That’s when the ID came through—Broad-winged Hawk, Buteo platypterus. Not a bird I expected to see. Not one I knew well. I spent the next half hour reading up on it. I learned they’re not always easy to spot in St. Vincent. The Broad-winged Hawk prefers forested slopes and edges, often sticking to the highlands, though some venture into farmland if there’s enough cover. They feed mostly on lizards, frogs, and large insects, sometimes even small birds or rodents if the chance arises. This one was probably watching for movement in the grass—waiting, not idling. They’re solitary most of the year, secretive, rarely calling unless it’s breeding season. It felt like luck that the hawk let me near. ### Like this: Like Loading... Birds Travel Wildlife BirdingBirding LiferBirds of the CaribbeanBroad-winged HawkButeo platypterusCharlotte ParishIsland BirdsLesser AntillesRichland ParkRichmond Park–Montreal RoadSaint VincentSaint Vincent and the GrenadinesTropical BirdsWindward Islands

An encounter with a Broad-winged Hawk on a rainy Vincentian road.

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Carib Grackle Two quick shots through thorns was all the Carib Grackle gave me.

Two quick shots through thorns was all the Carib Grackle gave me—but it’s the clearest I’ve caught so far.

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Carib Grackle The branch was dry and bare, the thorns long and spaced just unevenly enough to look accidental. One of them curved sharply upward, catching the soft light from the open lawn. The Carib Grackle was perched low on the cross-branch, body angled, head tilted, eyes set forward. Most of its form was in shadow—black on black—but its pale bill caught a faint glint of colour, and the eye shone with that sharpness these birds always carry. The larger vertical branch sliced the frame in half, quiet but unavoidable. It wasn’t in the way, exactly. Just part of where the bird had landed. I’d been sitting on the veranda, tracing the southern lawn with my lens, panning slowly along the bougainvillea. The grackle came in quickly—landed, settled, then shifted once. I moved too. Stepped lightly, leaned forward, watched for that clean sight line that never really came. I fired off two frames before it flew—no warning, no stretch of wings—just gone, slipping behind the wall into the neighbour’s garden. It wasn’t my first time seeing this bird. I’d seen another earlier in the week, walking across the short grass just next door. The mower had passed through recently, and the bird seemed to know that meant easier pickings. A quick dart forward, a peck, then pause. Efficient. Later, on the Saturday we arrived in Port Elizabeth, I spotted a pair—male and female—moving through the scrub between houses near the dock. Always in motion. Never quite still long enough for a proper photograph. This one, though—this brief moment on the thorned vine—was the clearest I’ve managed. It wasn’t ideal. The branch divides the frame. The light isn’t quite what I wanted. But still. It’s the best I have of the Carib Grackle so far. And sometimes you just have to hold onto what you get. ### Like this: Like Loading... Birds Wildlife Backyard BirdingBirdingBirding LiferBirds of the CaribbeanCarib GrackleDorsetshire HillIsland BirdsLesser AntillesLifer BirdQuiscalus lugubrisSaint VincentTropical BirdsWindward Islands

Two quick shots through thorns was all the Carib Grackle gave me—but it’s the clearest I’ve caught so far.

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Grilled Chicken, Bougainvillea, and Pink Floyd A walk around the yard with my camera turned into a slow reckoning with all that’s changed.

A walk around the yard with my camera turned into a slow reckoning with all that’s changed.

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Grilled Chicken, Bougainvillea, and Pink Floyd **Day Four · Wednesday 7 May 2025 · Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent** I don’t know why I did it. Maybe I was just bored. I was sitting on the veranda, watching a scaly-naped pigeon perched on the wires, and then I got up. Swapped out the heavy XF150–600mm lens for something lighter — the XF16–55mm — and wandered out onto the north lawn. The sun was higher, the breeze softer, and I found myself walking slowly, framing shots of the house from the far edge of the yard. I didn’t have a plan. Maybe I was just documenting something. Maybe I wanted to see how it looks now, compared to how I remember it in 1986, or even the 1970s, just after it was built. North Lawn, Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 200 · 1/80 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16 mm · f/22 North Lawn, Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 200 · 1/80 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16 mm · f/22 A lot has changed. Some of it I expected. Some of it caught me off guard. The two big planters on either side of the steps weren’t always there. Those are Mom’s doing. I remember when that whole corner of the entrance was something else entirely. The cement boxes to the right of the steps were once our backyard aquarium. My brothers and I filled one with water, added pond lilies and a few aquatic plants. It became a little “pond.” Bruce and I stocked it with tilapia. We fed them anole lizards. Bruce had trained Rocky — our German Shepherd-Rottweiler mix — to chase lizards off the bark of the trumpet trees. We’d toss them in, stunned or drowned, and the tilapia would snap them up. Brutal, yes. But we were kids. Curious, half-wild, with too much time and too few boundaries. The second box was just dirt. Something was planted there once, but I can’t remember what. Not all memories hang on. North Lawn, Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 200 · 1/80 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16 mm · f/22 North Lawn, Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/500 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16.5 mm · f/6.4 There were two coconut trees at the corners of the south yard. Gone now. There used to be a large grafted mango tree where the oleander stands today. And right in the centre of the southern lawn — where the yellow Bush Allamanda bloom now — there was once a young avocado tree. I don’t remember when it disappeared. North Lawn, Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 640 · 1/80 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16 mm · f/22 Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 640 · 1/80 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16 mm · f/22 Near the wall, where the bougainvillea now twist and sprawl, I had once grafted rose bushes. I wanted to grow roses to impress a girl. I don’t even remember her name now. The roses didn’t last. She didn’t either. But the bougainvillea remain — tangled and stubborn, full of thorns and bursts of colour. One of the few survivors from that time. Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/900 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16.5 mm · f/3.6 Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/900 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16.5 mm · f/3.6 Below the veranda, the jasmine vines are gone. They used to climb and cling, and in the evenings, the small white flowers would open. Their scent was soft but strong enough to drift up on the wind. We’d sit out there after dinner, listening to the Antilles coqui frogs calling from the Manila grass and shrubs. Those jasmine evenings felt endless when I was ten. Now they feel far off, like a room I once walked through in a dream. South Lawn, Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 640 · 1/80 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16 mm · f/22 I have memories of things I know I’ll never have in New Jersey. Hanging out with a small group of friends on the veranda, grilling chicken over charcoal, music playing, breeze rolling in, no need to talk much. Or squeezed onto the sofa in the TV room, watching the World Cup, arguing loudly about who the real God of Football was — Pele or Maradona. South Lawn, Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 640 · 1/80 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16 mm · f/22 Or Sunday mornings, sitting quietly while Dad tuned his gear — the Linn Sondek, the Quad, the Carver, the NAD. Watching him work through the setup, checking levels, nudging knobs. And then we’d sit in silence as the stylus touched the vinyl. Pink Floyd, Chuck Mangione, Gato Barbieri, Neil Diamond. That was church. Dorsetshire Hill, Kingstown circa 1976 · Tuesday 23 May 1978 Epson PerfectionV600 · South Lawn, Dorsetshire Hill, St. Vincent and The Grenadines · Wednesday 7 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 640 · 1/80 sec XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR · 16 mm · f/22 Walking the yard with a camera felt like stepping into both now and then at the same time. The angles were familiar. The details had changed. I didn’t take the photos to get the perfect shot — maybe I just wanted to hold still a bit of time. Or remember who we were, back when the jasmine still bloomed. ### Like this: Like Loading... Personal Reflections Dorsetshire HillFamily HomeSaint VincentSt. Vincent and the GrenadinesYard

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Among the Thorns: A Verandah Encounter with the Caribbean Elaenia - Island in the Net A Caribbean Elaenia (Elaenia martinica) appeared just before sunset on my first day home in St. Vincent.

A Caribbean Elaenia (Elaenia martinica) appeared just before sunset on my first day home in St. Vincent.

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Green-throated Carib in the Garden - Island in the Net A fleeting encounter with the Green-throated Carib (Eulampis holosericeus) at dusk.

A fleeting encounter with the Green-throated Carib (Eulampis holosericeus) at dusk.

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