Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Down at the river

A week or so ago I went to the big river and took some photos. There was no story. Sorry. (I have a maybe-story from the little river, but I haven't sorted through all the photos yet.)

At the big river, an egret was practicing for the 100-metre sprint.

A kingfisher posed for me on the path.

Another little bird pretended to be a kingfisher, and I took its photo. It was only after zooming in on the (not very good) photo that I realized that it was not a kingfisher. I don't know what it was, but it was very cute.

There were a lot of gulls.

At one point, the gulls all suddenly took to the air. I took a picture. They looked like the Hitchcock movie.

Then I noticed why they had taken to the air. Poor wee doggie. The river is not very deep at the moment, and he got out quite a way before realizing none of the gulls was going to sit there and wait for him.

After that I came home again. It was a cold, grey sort of day, and my fingers and toes were turning blue.


Tabor said...

Nice bird photos. A lot is happening for a grey sort of day.

kenju said...

The poor dog. I know just how he feels. His toes were probably blue too.