How do I eat thee? |
Let me count the ways |
I love thee from thy barbels to thy tail fin |
My beak can reach when fins are out of sight |
For the ends of being are all about good taste |
Get in my belly! |
I shall but love thee better after swallowing..... |
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Life on a family farm in the wilds of Upstate New York
It is well above my pay grade to tease the rarities out of flocks like this unless they are close enough and the light is good enough to get decent photos to look at later |
The nigh horse in this pair is pretty hawky too. Didn't much like the look of us. Which I suppose is understandable, dangerous characters that we are. |
Red-throated Loon |
Part of the flock....part! |
A blue morph bird among the more common white ones |
A youngster |
More of the flock |
Evening Grosbeaks |
Pine Siskin |
Fox Sparrow |
Snow Bunting |
The geese and ducks down on the river were all covered with snow the other day when we took Becky down to work. Must have slept through the storm. Something I had never seen before |