Today I was out and about in the dim light of Winter, enjoying a balmy temperature of 26 degrees above zero F. There were a few ravens about but not much else. The other day I was watching a pick-up truck driving across a local lake. So today I am being haunted by the ghosts of Summers past with open water and abundant life.
The photos of this post are a random selection of wet birds from recent Summers. The photo above is a post breeding Spotted Sandpiper wading across Fish Creek.
A Short-billed Dowitcher dips its toes in the water and admires its reflection. Or maybe that's just me admiring its reflection.
A pair of Hudsonian Godwits on the coast. The male cannot resist the allure of the cool water and takes a bath in salt water.
A Greater Yellowlegs ruffles its feathers in anticipation of a fresh water bath near Westchester Lagoon.
"What, no bubble bath?"
"Maybe I can churn up my own suds".
"Oh, this feels so good".
"Hey watch the splashing. I did'nt even want a shower".
This Herring Gull says,"let me show you wimpy shorebirds how to take a proper bath".
"Talk about wimps. If you want my respect, let me see you swim a hundred feet underwater like I just did." An easy feat for a Common Goldeneye.
The Common Merganser brags," I bet I can double that distance".