|A disapproving stare; I was making too much happy noise.|
|Keeping his eye on us, over his shoulder.|
Between the two of us, we took over 400 photos. And another couple of hundred the afternoon before at White Rock. We were taking advantage of two sunny days in a row, a welcome change.
But it's going to take me several days to sort them out; I'll post big-footed coots and amorous mallards tomorrow.