The goings on at the ponds

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.Continue reading “The goings on at the ponds”