Birds. Older Than You.

I was thinking of a Hitchcock title, or Fantasy Island. Instead, I went for confrontation. I promised bird pictures. Behold, bird pictures. All of them taken by the ever delightful D. I'll admit that we forgot our telephoto at home, so the closeups are all done by cropping in iPhoto. Oh, Mac, how I love thee. Anyway, birds.

Here's the first place we stopped. We hiked out onto the sandbar and then went elsewhere. D's shoes are still muddy.

A shot from out on the sandbar. Struggling through the brush made me happy for days.

Before we get to the cranes--and this goes with our own narrative--we found this colony of cliff swallows.

D managed to capture a pair in flight.

But the real impact is when you see them massed together.

They also muck about on the ground.

Is it an appreciable amount of crane poop that feeds this corn? Could be. Could be. I apologize for the graininess of the close up.

Tomorrow, more photos. Of different stuff.