My downy feathers are huggably soft,
My beak and talons are huggably not.
Who am I?
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Who Am I?
Ben Franklin once wrote his daughter that a poorly drawn insignia looked less like a bald eagle and more like me, which didn’t displease him since even I would have been a better representative of the young United States than the eagle.
Who am I?
Who Am I?
Over the Christmas break, I photographed bitterns more than any other animal. Each opportunity offered something unique, such as photographing them hunting voles, fish, frogs, and salamanders. Or in the sun and snow and rain. Or shooting with a wide angle lens for an environmental portrait or zoomed in with a telephoto lens to highlight their faces, feet, and in this case, the beautiful pattern of the feathers on their chest.
Who Am I?
Can you guess who owns this feathery back? No cheating by looking at the tags below.
I took the picture of the feathers while the heron hunted for fish in the shallows of Rest Lake, then focused on its face when it wheeled around to listen for voles in the grasses on the shoreline.
