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.
