The morning flocks of White Ibis passed right over head while moving out to the marshes. As soon as one flock was gone, another rose up and came by.
It was cold, early, with a remarkable blue sky.
All the flocks flew by and into the furthest parts of the marsh, where we had no way to follow. However, we did have a perfect location to catch them as they left.
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