Yumi and I spent several hours today wandering the Reifel Migratory Bird Sanctuary. We try to get down there at least three or four times a year.
This fella reminds me of a story my late Dad used to tell about a psych patient of his who told him: “You know Doc, I get up in the morning, I look in the mirror, and I like what I see.”
And that confidence was not misplaced as this girl showed up and chased away any other female that got too close . . .
You look for the tallest tree, and there’s where the bald eagles be. . .
This Northern Harrier was trying hard to have duck for lunch
Then a second harrier showed up, assisting in setting off a duck explosion in the reeds, flushing them to try to pinpoint the young, the sick, the old, the weak. . .
Raptors may have me beat for grandeur, and wood ducks for slick colours, but ya can’t get any cuter than wee me!
We could hear shotguns far off in the distance, but here’s an example of the only kind of wing-shooting I did today
No, I haven’t had any coffee yet today, is it that obvious? You got a comb?
Here’s a parent/kid shot. Good to see the cranes slowly building up their numbers.