End of the Story by ocoee53
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Shelter From the Storm
 Hi, my name is Charles. I live in Tennessee, but I grew up all over the US. Photography has been a strong obsession for a long time, an obsession I'm happy to have. It is one of the best ways I have to communicate. Â
 I consider myself to be a Tennessee native who had the misfortune to be born in Detroit. My family, going back for generations, are from Tennessee. Dad was in the Navy, so I grew up all over the country. He used to save his vacation time and take 60 days off every two years. We would take long, sweeping trips across the country, spend a couple of weeks with family in Tennessee, and return by a different route to see more sights. He left the Navy and we returned to Tennessee when I was 14, and I spent my High School years at Midway High School, just south of Kingston. Most of my family are centered in Chattanooga but I spent a lot of time all over East Tennessee. After a stint in the Air Force in Denver, I wandered the West for awhile, then came back, married and spent nearly 20 years in Polk County. I put down roots there, something I had never done before. After my divorce, I moved to Kentucky ten years ago. And I still miss my home in Polk County.
 Kentucky is a beautiful state, and I got serious about photography after moving here. After looking so closely at this part of the state, I think of it this way; if you removed the vegetation it would look like southern Utah, with it's great sandstone mesas, cliffs, arches and canyons. I love the wonderful old forests here, but if you want to reveal it's rocky heart you have to work at it.  Oh, and I like dogs.
Update: As of August 2011, I have moved back to Tennessee. It's great to be back!
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Comments (6)
Kyms_Cave
Oh! what a terrible shame..I to have had this happen..I know it is only nature but when you spend so much time with wild baby animals it is so hard when nature takes it's way.... At least you have given those of us who do not have these wonderful birds a chance to get up close and personal too..I am so sorry for your loss.. Awesome images....
MrsLubner
It is sad for the birds but the snake would die without food as well. I am not the one to judge which life is more important. They are all equal. Thankfully, the snake will live. Tragically, the chicks will not. Fabulous documentation.
Meisiekind
Oh Charles!!! How terrible! PJ is right though... that is the way of nature. However - I dislike snakes and love birds, so humanly I would have loved the story to have a different ending!!! Wonderful shots of the birdies though and a lovely documented memory!
durleybeachbum
It is sad when creatures you have grown fond of are predated. terrific pics.
flora-crassella
so beautiful photos!!!!!! Thank you for this serie!!!!!
Erestorfan
Oh Charles...so sorry to hear about the babies. It is so easy to get attached to babies in the nest, watching them grow and then have something happen to them. Hopefully she will have another clutch before long and pick a better place to build her nest. My gracious, I didn't realize you had copperheads and rattlesnakes down there! Holy smokes. I'd never leave my house, LOL. Here in NH we don't have any poisonous snakes...except in one small part of a state park about an hour from us. The Fish and Game Dept. won't even reveal the location of the rattlesnake territory for fear people will either become too curious or do them harm. So my thought was, okay, Fish and Game says there are no poisonous snakes in the state except in the state park...who tells the snakes that? It's not like they get to the border of Bear Brook State Park and say 'oh, there's the border. Can't cross it.'