Purple Martins may not be as impressive as Bald Eagles or Great Blue Herons,
but I never go to Seabeck without trying to get pictures of them. Usually, I try to get a shot of them flying, but I’ve only managed to get one or two shots of them doing that because they’re a “swallow” after all — that was when strong made them float mid-air. So, I content myself with getting shots of them sitting on the railing or perched on the rod that holds nesting boxes, like this shot of a female Purple Martin.
It’s the male, though, that I try the hardest to get a shot of. I’m always amazed by how big
and purple they are.