I swear that these birds spread panic wherever they go.
It’s hard to look ’em in the eye and not get caught up in it.
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JimTaylor
After visiting the Galapagos so long ago, I made an effort to emulate the blue-footed booby’s mating dance. The only thing it stimulated Joan to was helpless laughter. Oh, yeah, I got a sore back.
Jim T
Isabel Gibson
Jim T – That comes perilously close to TMI. As for the specifics of the (failed) dance, I assume you remembered to pick up a small twig in your mouth, show it to Joan, and then casually toss it away. That can make all the difference, or so I hear.
Judith – Thanks! I swear they have this startled/stupid look all the time, independent of events. An odd way to go through life.
Alison
He/she? Reminds me of Big Bird with a bleach job, which might account for the startled look.
Isabel Gibson
Alison – I don’t know the he/she-ness. I think I knew which was which at the time (lead dancer was male, egg sitter was female – I think) but now I don’t remember which booby-ish look went with which booby.
After visiting the Galapagos so long ago, I made an effort to emulate the blue-footed booby’s mating dance. The only thing it stimulated Joan to was helpless laughter. Oh, yeah, I got a sore back.
Jim T
Jim T – That comes perilously close to TMI. As for the specifics of the (failed) dance, I assume you remembered to pick up a small twig in your mouth, show it to Joan, and then casually toss it away. That can make all the difference, or so I hear.
How dare you invade his territory! Great photo.
Judith – Thanks! I swear they have this startled/stupid look all the time, independent of events. An odd way to go through life.
He/she? Reminds me of Big Bird with a bleach job, which might account for the startled look.
Alison – I don’t know the he/she-ness. I think I knew which was which at the time (lead dancer was male, egg sitter was female – I think) but now I don’t remember which booby-ish look went with which booby.