Instead, you will get yesterday's birds, when I was quite happy to spend a fair amount of time being entertained. Except the falling down for geese part - more on that in a minute.
|I spied this one across the street. By the time I got my camera, he was in my yard. Thank you, Mr. Strangely Beautiful!|
Hearing splashes from inside, in the late afternoon, I knew the pelicans were fishing back in my part of the bay. What is better than a magic light time peli ballet with a front row seat?
|Oh, just float there and look regal.|
|But not for long. There are sardines to catch, sky to fly in!|
|You have something...um...right there...on the end of your beak. Never mind.|
|Definition of soaring|
|Under there getting the goods|
|Ready to do it again|
|Without flash. I like them both|
And then I heard the geese. At night, there are only a few birds who make sounds and it is usually NOT geese. You might remember the photos I took of a few of them awhile back, who have apparently migrated over here from Birdland on the way to Zoni. Well, now there are more and they were making a serious racket. I could tell they were at the other end of the yard and maybe I could see them. I walk that path half a dozen times a day, there's nothing in the way. Except...a hand sized rock that was in exactly the right place to skid slip and fall over, taking it on the arm NOT holding the camera and the bun cheek of the same side. Nothing was broken, the geese were still going crazy. Carry on.
|I really couldn't see them at all, so I just clicked into the darkness. There they were!|
Thus endeth bird day. I don't even want to see the bruise on my butt, the knot on my arm is enough to a) make me whimper b) convince myself I should be a professional photographer on safari in an African country because I'm so stalwart in carrying on with the task at hand when injured. Mostly, I'm just carrying on.
Have a take to the task totally Tuesday! Do something tremblingly triumphant.