Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants and head for shore.
A pod of pelicans, Long Key, Florida.
A cabal of coots, Monterey, California.
A siege of herons, Terra Nova.
A rash of robins, across the road.
Every time I see coots this poem comes to mind:"I come from haunts of coot and hern,I make a sudden sally,And sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley.By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip between the ridges,By twenty throps, a little town,And half a hundred bridges.Till last by Philip’s farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever .... "-- Alfred Lord Tennyson --Just can't help myself ... had to let you know that ... I must driver poor DH mad with my many quotings!Never heard of cabal paired with coots before though. I wouldn't have thought of them as conspiratorial ... or into intrigue. Hmmm.....
Thank you for the poem! Coots are very conspiratorial. While I was lying on the ground taking that picture, a squad of them sneaked around behind and stole the wide-angle lens from my camera bag.
I love that line of starlings!And were those live owls or those fake ones people put up to frighten off seed eaters?
Those are real snowy owls. There were about 20 in total, although in that blurry picture I can only see three. There was an owl eruption several years ago and a large number of them gathered at the greenhouses at the foot of 64th Street.
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