Ending the trip, or the last remaining shots from the New Mexico journey… It’s all about the birds for this post. Too many shots to put into one post, but I’ve dragged this topic out long enough already. So here goes —
One of the better shots of Mrs Vermillion Flycatcher. Those are not dust specs on my lens or sensor. They’re lunch for Mrs VF.
She looks quite different from the back. But…
Mr Vermillion Flycatcher stole the show with his flaming scarlet feathers.
They flit around, catching bugs in the air to earn their descriptive name. This was definitely a new catch for me.
This is not a noteworthy shot except that it provides a size comparison. The little flycatcher (female) is above the common sparrow. These flycatchers are quite tiny.
The Green Heron skulking in the marsh grass.
Night Heron likewise.
A courting Cinnamon Teal couple cruising by.
A pudgy little black-chinned(?) hummingbird. I didn’t catch him in the light to see the fluorescent flashes.
I wonder if there’s a collective noun for a bunch of stilts? The duck in back is trying to steal the show, flashing his wings.
But a stilt showed off as well. Then it looked like the yoga class was starting. Note the one in front to the right.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night… not.
Roadrunner, still no Wiley Coyote in sight. The best shots yet of a favorite bird.
We found this Snowy Egret wading in the marshy water.
Those lovely yellow ‘feet’ help to identify the Snowy Egret. But then there was this rather strange sequence:
It looks as though he’s choking on something. Or perhaps…
Judging by the looks of this catch made by the Great Egret, he might have caught something that looks like a crawdad, or someone who might bite or get caught in the Snowy’s throat.
tha tha tha tha that’s all Folks!