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Contrary to expectations I didn’t see many birds. The only bird photo I managed was of these Apostle Birds. I don’t know anything about them. It is a mystery to me why the three of them sitting together in the middle of the road, not in the least bit interested in moving or disturbed by my presence.

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  1. WOW - totally different genre but again a wowphoto! Just did some searching and now I know why I have never seen Apostlebirds ;-)

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  2. How interesting. They may have been babies waiting for a parent to feed them. Great shot.cosal

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  3. What a fab photo! I believe Apostle birds are so named because they hang around in groups of up to a dozen or so (but you probably already knew that!!). As to why they were sitting together in the middle of the road, was it a cold day?

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  4. Red, I didn't know that was why they are called Apostle Birds. It wasn't particularly cold weather.

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  5. what unusual and sweet birds..i relish a gray that shade..I think I must make some out of paper...

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  6. How sweet they are, what a find for you.

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  7. What an amazing find! Fantasic shot.

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  8. JE..may I link back to this photo?..i have made some apostle birds from paper...let me know

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