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
Who *is* that handsome devil?
Shut up! No,*you* shut up!
Stilts That Like to Splish-Splash
Totally totally Venus rising
Stilts That Like to Play Leapfrog
Kids! Get a room.
nice study of stilts ! Well done (never seen one splish splashing before….)
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 . . .
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.
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.).
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…
Jim T – It made a fun title but it’s not my favourite song, that’s for sure. A bit preachy, and a bit squeaky to my ear.