Unfortunately, he was right on the shoulder of the highway.
He bristled at my suggestion that he move farther away from the traffic before he became road pizza.
I was about ten feet from him and he didn't see me until I spoke. I guess we're too big for them to see.
Meanwhile, down at Tern Lake, the grebe was busy with its nightly ablutions.
Finally, a break in this rainy week.
Not a great photo but after a week of rain, I'll take a picture of anything that doesn't look like a rain cloud.