Legions of coots, they mass and march.
They eat their grass and gain their starch.
They grunt and groan and squeal and fuss.
They hate to fly even when they must.
They float and feed with balancing weight
And then attack with malice and hate
They invade and occupy Phoenix each fall, bullying the lakes with their Cootish gall.
Hehe:) Love that first shot! They are everywhere! At first I thought you were on Machi Pichu surrounded by Coots:) They are fun to watch. I always think of Phoenix as full of Old Coots anyway:) We've got 'em here as well:)
ReplyDeleteYes indeedy, Phoenix is full of Old Coots, and as the American Coot numbers increase in the summer so do the number of other 'Snow Birds'
DeleteGreat post Laurence, - great shots of the coots
ReplyDeleteThanks Dan. The Coots take it pretty easy on a photographer. Or, rather, with this many of em' the odds are finally in my favor!
DeleteOh I love this post! The wordsmith strikes again!
ReplyDeleteGah! That ornery wordsmith keeps defiling my blog!
DeleteHa! Nice! The not-so-graceful coot always makes for fun photography. These awkward birds would be Exhibit A for anyone trying to argue against evolution OR intelligent design!
ReplyDeleteHa! Survival of the fittest doesn't mean they have to be fit.
DeleteMaybe the American Coot is where intelligent design ended and evolution took over?
LOL, Laurence! I love this! Coots are such funny birds and so much fun to watch! They always make me laugh and now you and your poem have made me laugh even harder!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHaha, great captures and only you could write such a lovely poem about Coots:) I like watching them run across the water.
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