The great egrets shunned the other waterfowl.
The egrets were staying in Vegas as part of their winter migrational route. Like an ivy league clique, they stuck up their bills while congregating in a lush, green riparian grove, which made their white plumage all the more stunning — like fresh-fallen snow.
And they knew it.
Meanwhile, the gambel’s quail were skittish, despite being on their year-round turf. They ran from the paparazzi as per usual, head plumes bobbing as they made for the clearings, taking cover in the bramble.
The American white pelicans were the day’s headliners, putting in fleeting appearances on the waters, impressing onlookers without even trying. In mid-migration, they were headed on the next plane out.
A northern flicker laughed at it all while perched in a tree, as if in balcony seating watching a standup routine. The ducks, like hecklers, exchanged wise cracks.