i knew you could explain it. Now, one more. Did you know at the time you took the photograph (wouldn't it be nicer if the subject gave the photograph?) the rarity of the event.
My experience with birds is kind of limited to knowing my friend Larry, who did a Master's thesis on coots.
Yes, I knew it was a rarity. I was on a birder's email list and they always send out announcements about such events. Finding the bird even though one knows approximately where they hang out is another story. The booby being the size that it is was certainly easier than looking for say something the size of a tanager; but still they sometimes are where someone said they last saw them and most of the time they are not. I am not a "birder" per se; but a bird photographer. So of course I kept checking and looking for it until I finally found it. At another time there was an adult brown booby in the area and that one hung out at a different place. Once at the harbor I was able to photograph a puffin which was also very rare. Most of the time though, I photograph the residents and the migrants; rarities are more difficult to encounter. And what is a rarity one place is a common bird in another. I live in Appalachia and on the east coast the only hummingbird that really is seen around here is the ruby-throat. A rarity would be an Anna's hummingbird which is very common in California and one I have photographed many times. And speaking of coots--they are very very common most places but not only a rarity in Hawaii but considered endangered there...
We have two feeders and see a lot of (what most likely are Rubies) hummingbirds. They can be very aggressive.
Anyway, now I'm gonna have to ask Mr. Murdoch, just what it was that he determined about those coots (in the back bay of Newport Beach).
OT: My little dog is named Ruby and we sure had a good ol' time making hand-cranked ice cream and home made salsa from Jeanie's garden. Don't touch your eyes.
Oh yeah, trouble ahead, trouble behind, but is anything endangered in the Flames thread(za)?
Photoshop some drivel I found, put it on TP, then post it on ST, then claim you are a Norwegian poet, challenge the greatest of all dead hipster poets with something he cannot ever do.
The Flame Retards.
Mojo is dead. Disco is dead. God lives for emo and sent his only other begotten son, Werner, to cut the lawn and mow the grass, but he went climbing instead.
Always with the "why?" Why?
You sound like Whynerds, kids, it's disgusting. Your father...
Let us know!