A storm rolled in this afternoon whiting out the Sandias.
The Sandias are somewhere in the whiteout.
Daddy Owl found a nice triangle in the cottonwood that offered a little protection from the wind and sleet.
I called to Mama Owl and she put up an ear tuft for me.
There were about a hundred Robins hopping, lying around, and foraging on the levee.
I could only get about a dozen in the telephoto frame. They were tiny dots with wider angles under the drab light under the clouds.
The pTeradactyl in the clear water ditch.
He decided I was too close and flew a few hundred feet down the ditch.
He felt he was at a safe distance obviously not wanting to leave the Clearwater ditch and the cover of the trees.