The Hunted

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For Bird Weekly Photo Challenge: Birds that are hunted or consumed.

11 thoughts on “The Hunted”

Hammad Rais says:

November 28, 2020 at 3:03 am

Wonderful captures 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 28, 2020 at 7:54 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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Lisa Coleman says:

November 21, 2020 at 2:59 pm

Great movement of the Green-winged Teals! The whole scene screams fall! 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 21, 2020 at 8:45 pm
  
  Doesn’t it! Thanks.
  
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  1. Lisa Coleman says:
    
    November 22, 2020 at 6:15 pm
    
    🙂
    
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Liz Gauffreau says:

November 20, 2020 at 7:57 pm

I love these two photos: the first for the colors, the second for the sense of movement. Well done!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 20, 2020 at 8:13 pm
  
  Thanks Liz.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    November 20, 2020 at 8:46 pm
    
    You’re welcome, V.J.
    
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Deborah says:

November 20, 2020 at 1:27 pm

Wow! Those are really great shots V.J.! So fluid! 🙂 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 20, 2020 at 2:55 pm
  
  Thanks Deborah!
  
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