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.
Well, I don’t know about the exposure, but the shots look pretty good to this eye.
Tom
Tom – Thanks! When the bird is so pretty, I don’t care as much about the exposure. 🙂
gorgeous!
Barbara – Thanks! They are magnificent birds.
Wild and wonderful. We should all look so splendid in dishevelment!
Laurna – Indeed!
Love that second shot!! could stare at that all day
Aison – I almost took pictures of that and similar shots all day!
The breeding plumage is for sure subject to wind alterations. Nice collection
Jim – What?!? They don’t look this good all year long?