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.
A pair of Robins.
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.
Squadron of fighter ducks.
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.