
…is in this photo. Can you find her?

See her yet?

Ridgway’s Rail — not technically rare, but “near-threatened.”
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
…is in this photo. Can you find her?
See her yet?
Ridgway’s Rail — not technically rare, but “near-threatened.”
At Central Park West. Not my preferred side of the park, but it has its delights.
Naptime for somebody…
No filters used.
There were kids fishing (just out of frame). Very wholesome.
Spring has indeed sprung.
It was so insanely windy, so we went for a walk.
These people were getting sandblasted, I guarantee it.
It was gorgeous.
It was a great day to be a bird if you wanted to fly inland at about 70 mph.
It was a flag-ripper of a morning!
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Well, wonder no more. The answer is…in trees.
These guys were enjoying the waning days of summer before heading to Palm Springs for the winter.
Willets and curlews.
Cattle egret reflecting on egret things.
Stay for the horrible 15 lb. slugs.