See what I mean?
Oh right, I said that.
Not only did I get great shots, but I met some other photographers, who were all trying to get shots of the ducks taking off, AND a lovely old gentleman in his 80's who told me all about The Snows of Kilimarnjaro (sp?), that Starlings (with their oh-so-pretty iridescent feathers) were brought over here from England by a man who wanted to bring all the birds in Shakespeare's works to Canada (but off course MOST of them froze to death, just like we people do), and we walked and talked together and compared cameras and experience, of which he definitely has about TWENTY more years than I do..
(I'm out of breath now)
It was a LOVELY DAY.
AND tomorrow, I'm driving south to meet up with my daughter and her beau and their dog and we're going to Waterton Park where fall has arrived in it's full splendour.
I love my life.
Would you mind feeding Lucy while I'm gone? Thanks.