It was a Merry Christmas indeed!
One of the best moments was a sunrise walk I took on Christmas Eve morning, down at my home beach, Red River.
The sun was just beginning to break through the low-lying clouds on the horizon as I reached the parking lot.
When a small flock of brants suddenly landed in the nearby channel.
But this morning’s sun was bathing each bird in a soft buttery light; illuminating eyes and bills, and feathers, too!
Brants are incredibly verbal birds; always talking among themselves. As if their sheer delight with life simply must be shared.
When they feed, they savor each and every bite. Almost as if it was the tastiest thing they’d ever tasted, or ever would.
Turns its soft eyes upon you…
And that you will love these gentle birds forever and always.