Yesterday’s morning walk was hot and humid and only delightful because of the hyperactivity of my feathered friends.
With storm clouds threatening, I can always count on the birds to be in overdrive, feeding and fussing and chasing, before hunkering down for a good rain.
Chickadees, Bluebirds, RB Woodpeckers, Bluejays, Mockers and such were out and about. I literally had to duck my head, caught between the squabble of two RB Woodpeckers. Only the egrets retained the elegance of their graceful stillness.
I’m working on photo filing this morning before heading out to run a few errands. I thought I’d share these recent Brown Pelican photos, shot on the Texas City Dike.
I never, ever get tired of watching these Big Ones. In flight they can only be described as beautiful; elegant; other-worldly; ancient, prehistoric-world ones. And then they make their belly-flop maneuver, hitting the water as the most clumsy, yet successful fishermen.
I’m never satisfied with my in-flight photos of Brown Pelicans. But I’ll keep shooting.
Three days until Ahhctober!