Buffle, whiffle, sniffle, snuffle… Isn’t bufflehead a wonderful name for a duck?
I am walking to work more often.
The lovely blue early morning ridge in the distance is cloud, not a ridge. Look: behind the town lies the water of the Salish Sea. The sky is clear above, but across the Sound the land is socked in. A front of clouds, visible.
Black turnstones, I think.
And a more classic pose. Thank you, heron!
Itchy feathers… now, just hold still and pose for me. This zoom lens wears me out.
Meanwhile, there are the tour barges going by on Riverwalk and lots of people going by on foot and outdoor tables. No one but me is staring at the higher branches of the tree.