The Tricolored Heron that spends time on the lake out back every day is a tricky little guy to photograph. He is never still, he flits from place to place, and stays hidden in the weeds most of the time. I think he’s gorgeous.
And the Ibis is present all the time, lots of them actually. I hardly notice them because they are out there so often. Zoe loves to run through the flock of them to make them fly. They are too pretty to be ignored.
But the most exciting thing going on out back is that I think it’s official, we have a nest. Well, the Sandhill cranes do at least. They return to the neighborhood in the afternoon, and you know this because they announce their arrival as only they can. Yesterday they wandered for a while, and then one flew to the nest site and the other one waded over to join him. They rearranged for a bit, and they spent the night. This morning they sounded like a couple of roosters out there, announcing the sunrise. Will we have chicks eventually? First we’ll need eggs, and then it will take a month. Stay tuned…
