Mein leibe Grebe
Is that the lamest blog title yet? It doesn't even really rhyme. But the only word I could come up with that rhymes with grebe was a bigoted epithet and completely inappropriate as these birds are rocking Mohawks and not Jewfros.
Eared Grebe sporting too much hair product - sooo 1990's.
So what's not to love about birds that forage reasonably close to shore and wrangle their prey right in front of your camera?
"Take that you sissy grasshopper. I'll rip your freakin' legs off."
They really like crawfish.
"I'm just going to flip you around a few times, mess with your head a bit, then I'll eat you." Eared Grebe with crawfish; Kolob Reservoir, Utah.
The last laugh is on this grebe. He flipped the crawfish in the air, tearing it apart, but the juicy lobster tail section flew out of sight and landed on his back. It was pretty funny watching him search the water about him for his morsel. Is that a tear dripping off his cheek? He never did locate it and ended up diving to find another meal.
After a crawfish dinner dessert is served when the bugs hatch.
Eyes on the prize, this Eared Grebe give a kick with it's long rear-mounted legs and accelerates towards a yummy insect
And to finish, a tender moment - one bug, two lovers - a moment etched in eternity.
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