Out in The Wild, say, in the Sonoran Desert, a windy day often means fewer bird sightings, or so I have been reliably informed by qualified bird nerds. Me, I would have figured that creatures that lived outside were, you know, used to it, wind and all.
In a rookery, however, a windy day means more-artistic (artistickier?) bird sightings.
It’s almost enough to make me forgive the great egret for the exposure challenges it presents.