
A Grebe, but I don’t know what kind. When it thought I got too close, it would dive under the water and surface in a spot much farther away.

A Grebe, but I don’t know what kind. When it thought I got too close, it would dive under the water and surface in a spot much farther away.





Purple Martins abandon their southern nests, Journey to another clime. Dark clouds gather, Release no rain. A hawk's wings overshadow her prey; closer now.
