Perched on standing deadwood, eyes tuned to the buzz in the sky. Shooting high into the air, snatch ‘n down the hatch. Patience, precision. Back again to the weathered post, a frolicking, feathered acrobat. Winter Birds At The Lake Beach […]
Perched on standing deadwood, eyes tuned to the buzz in the sky. Shooting high into the air, snatch ‘n down the hatch. Patience, precision. Back again to the weathered post, a frolicking, feathered acrobat. Winter Birds At The Lake Beach […]