Someone new rode up on a bicycle when I was at Hammond’s Creek Bridge this morning. I told him that the last biker who showed up for the sunrise cracked open a Budweiser to drink while he watched the sunrise. He laughed and said that he was waiting for the bait shop to open so he could get coffee. Coffee? Good to know.
I got home to find a new post-sitter out back, so of course I went out for pictures. A beautiful Great Egret who posed like a champ, long enough for me to notice the moth/butterfly, a Skipper I think, in the grass at the bottom of my yard. It was in the weeds really, enjoying the tiny flowers. I had the big lens in the camera, plus the extender, and this little thing was at least 20 feet away, which let me take it’s photograph. I never saw one closely enough to see that curly tongue, or proboscis as a cousin’s grandson recently corrected his brother, he’s using to gather pollen is amazing. Mother Nature is always amazing.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 