The Ibises
The horizontal line of white far in the field
Led me to think that this line of white
Could be white ibises, and
So it was.
A large flock mainly of adults, but
With a fair number of mottled grey young
Was feeding in the horse field
Probing and picking at whatever lives after
rain.
The sun was hiding.
The flock was far in the grass, but
I took around eighty shots,
Moving slowly toward them
On the ground of the after rain.
Then they flew.
Not due to my moving toward them, but
Due to some cue given by the giver of mysterious
cues, and
Wheeling white and mottle grey against the grey
morning
They settled at
another spot
To probe and pick again.
--February 8, 2013 |