2505_5994 Black-necked Stilt
Streamlined, aerodynamic, this (extremely) long-legged shorebird is closely related to the American Avocet, and often found in close proximity. This one appears to be scolding me while rocketing through the sky, but honestly I can't recall if it was vocalizing. Somehow I managed to focus-track and get this shot at the right split-second. Morning light.
It's Canada Day. I almost posted a shot of our flag and the provincial flag of Saskatchewan, from the spring, stretched out in a prairie breeze on our local school's flagpole. But... no. That might launch me into a political tirade about our new Prime Minister, a banker, evidently the best we could do. (Not that I'm a conservative; far, far from it.) And that train of thought just leads to a downward spiral of gloom and even despair.
At this stage of life I prefer to sit alone, out on the wild prairie, perhaps levitating about six inches off the ground, watching the clouds or birds or grasses blowin' in the wind. That's where the answer is, according to Bob Dylan (circa 1963). He may be right.
Photographed at Pakowki Lake, Alberta (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2025 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
2505_5994 Black-necked Stilt
Streamlined, aerodynamic, this (extremely) long-legged shorebird is closely related to the American Avocet, and often found in close proximity. This one appears to be scolding me while rocketing through the sky, but honestly I can't recall if it was vocalizing. Somehow I managed to focus-track and get this shot at the right split-second. Morning light.
It's Canada Day. I almost posted a shot of our flag and the provincial flag of Saskatchewan, from the spring, stretched out in a prairie breeze on our local school's flagpole. But... no. That might launch me into a political tirade about our new Prime Minister, a banker, evidently the best we could do. (Not that I'm a conservative; far, far from it.) And that train of thought just leads to a downward spiral of gloom and even despair.
At this stage of life I prefer to sit alone, out on the wild prairie, perhaps levitating about six inches off the ground, watching the clouds or birds or grasses blowin' in the wind. That's where the answer is, according to Bob Dylan (circa 1963). He may be right.
Photographed at Pakowki Lake, Alberta (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2025 James R. Page - all rights reserved.