by Susan Tweit
Last week, as Richard and I drove to Denver, I spotted a flock of dark birds with slender necks and skinny, red legs, probing energetically at the soil along a meandering creek.
“White-faced ibises!” I cried, pointing at the birds. Richard spotted them and grinned.
If you’ve never seen a white-faced ibis, imagine a dark, crow-sized shorebird with the iridescent sheen of a starling, standing on long legs and sporting a scimitar-like bill. Look for them in marshes, wet meadows, or flooded hayfields.