Ebony and Ivory

That title is just to avoid having to do “Black-necked Stilts #47.”  Oh the shame.

On my last day in Gilbert for this snowbird season, I went for a farewell tour of the Water Ranch.  Most of the birds had moved on, but there were still some stilts hanging about to remind me that I never tire of seeing them or of taking photos of them.  The good things in life never get old.

Stilts That Were Too Far Away to Get a Good Shot But How Could I Resist?

3-photo collage of black-necked stilts, incomingStilts That Were Close Enough

2-photo collage of black-necked stilts and their reflections
Who *is* that handsome devil?
Black-necked stilt reflected in pond
Shut up! No,*you* shut up!

Stilts That Like to Splish-Splash

3-photo collage of black-necked stilt dunking itself
Totally totally Venus rising


Stilts That Like to Play Leapfrog

Black-necked stilts mating
Kids! Get a room.



    1. Isabel Gibson

      Jim R – Thanks again. Actually, I don’t think I’d ever seen one dunking like this either. But maybe the annual bath is in Spring . . .

  1. Splendid photos from start to finish, with or without your amusing captions. But I am glad they “have moved on” because, this morning, for the first time since the last ice age, I was awakened by birdsong. Just to let you know it’s OK for you to come home now.

    1. Isabel Gibson

      Laurna – Thanks again. And thanks for the “all clear” signal. We’ve driven a long way east, but finally head north in about a week, so it’s good to know it’s settling down up there (smartening up up there? Trouble with prepositions.).

  2. Jim Taylor

    And I thought from the title this was going to be about Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder. Or pianos. And I wondered how you would have encountered them in the water ranch. Oh, well…

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