|Burlesque Curious Turkeys|
|Slow Circling Osprey|
|Box Seats for the Family From Canada|
|Merganser Stage Manager Prepping for Show|
The coyotes left me a prank call next to my pile of uprooted knapweed -- hairy scat. I wasn't amused. But then I found a note. It read, "I know you like the show. Meet me by the pond. Bring tea. ~BH." I knew it was Blue Heron because it was initialed in chicken scratch. Bring tea, eh? Well, I'd bring my camera, too!
Expecting a private show, I was surprised at the gathering. An osprey flew in circles overhead like a news chopper, craning his neck to see the pond log stage. The Canada geese had box seats on an island and I was surprised they let their children watch. Didn't they know this was risque? Tail feathers will certainly shake!
Blue Heron posed cool as ZZ Top, blue feathers bold in daylight, casting me a wink, I'm sure. A merganser, his stage assistant, I believe, floated around the log. The morning lighting was set low and sultry, promising a day that would heat up. Tina Turner began to sing, Private Dancer. Well, in my head, she did.
Maybe I've embellished my story (I wish I was making up the part about the coyote shat), but Blue Heron was my private dancer this morning and any old music will do when he bathes, shakes and dances. Maybe I blushed, maybe I didn't. But I took photos and whooped loud enough to startle tourists driving on HWY 95 with the windows rolled down.
Enjoy the show!
|Surfacing a Wet Bird|
|Strutting the Log Stage|
|Shake That Blue Booty!|
|Shake, Shake, Shake|
|Fluffing the Bustle|
|A New Move -- The Elegant Dip|
|Full Monty Shaking|
|Wing Peep Begins|
|Wow! Nice Feathers!|
|The Full Peep|
|Flying to a Secondary Stage (Near Box Seats)|
|Showing Those Feathers Again|
|And That Concludes the Bath...er, the Show!|