Doubtless unaware of her preference for brown pelicans, or perhaps trying to win her over, this white pelican at Pawnee Lake swam over to Jessica to have his picture made.
And then he and a bunch of his friends flew off into the sunset.
I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay
Maryland and Virginia have faded away
And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today
So I am endlessly waiting...
—A. Duritz and Counting Crows, "St. Robinson and His Cadillac Dream"
Doubtless unaware of her preference for brown pelicans, or perhaps trying to win her over, this white pelican at Pawnee Lake swam over to Jessica to have his picture made.
And then he and a bunch of his friends flew off into the sunset.
Snow geese and blue goose (which is also a snow goose) on a pond near Alda, Nebraska, in the central Platte River Valley. These are lesser snows, Anser caerulescens caerulescens. Millions of lessers migrate through here every spring; we took these photos in large part because of the novelty of seeing fewer than several thousand in one place.
Geese, as a group, imprint hard (think of Konrad Lorenz and his greylags), and snow geese preferentially mate with geese resembling their parents. A mixed pair such as this one (I took them to be a pair, at any rate) will likely have a mixed clutch of blues and snows, who as adults will pair with either blues or snows themselves.
I spent part of my morning watching Baltimore orioles at our feeder—they arrived in the neighbourhood on Saturday, and found us within a couple of days—and was reminded that I've been remiss: the birds of summer are here, and I'm still sitting on pictures from the migration. So here I will share an afternoon and evening Jessa and I spent with the sandhill cranes back in March. (These birds are in Canada, Alaska, and Siberia now.) It was an overcast day, so some of Jessica's photos are rather soft-focus, but I think it gives them a nice painterly look.