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?
Stilts That Were Close Enough
Stilts That Like to Splish-Splash
Stilts That Like to Play Leapfrog