At close of day in the Bear Creek Greenbelt an American Dipper kept plunging into the creek for a meal.

American Dipper

American Dipper

Meanwhile, in the trees:

Papa Great Horned Owl

Mama Great Horned Owl

And this bird–two of them–skulked at the creek’s edge, obscured by reeds.  After a few minutes, one of them relented and posed for me on a fallen log.  Then they began feeding on the ground.  They would tap one foot rapidly, then the other, trying to uncover insects beneath the leaves.  Then they’d run, and tap dance again.

Hermit Thrush