Jan Marks – Life Intrigued

PIE-lay-ted…by Brad Marks

Hi folks! We said farewell to Vegas and made our way west again. We had a list of things planned for our stay in the desert, but somehow that city has the ability to crumble up itineraries and set them on fire – this year that was almost literal as the day temps went to 109 and beyond. Ended up being a daily scramble thanks to some RV repairs, additional time spent hunting birds I thought would be easy checks and then a host of other things that gobbled up the time. I am sure we will get back there before too long – note to self, allow more time! On the bright side, birding has been outstanding – 109+1 annual birds since start of the trip, 43 of those being lifers. That puts me at 409+4 for the year – a personal record and we are still relatively early in the year. Oh, an that puts me at #211 in the US Top 100 Birders standings. The downside is the field days have been long and the gravitational force of the pillow strong – my apologies for the delay in responding to comments (I promise to remedy that as soon as I can) and now I will be out of pocket for a bit as we have a family event to take in. Fortunately, Brad is always at the ready to bring you another of their adventures and today’s feature is one of my favorite local feathered friends.

The pillow beckons, take it away Brad…

A couple of years ago, Jan and I were driving on our first trip to Hilton Head Island to escape a week of February winter in Illinois. We decided to drive to take all of our camera gear. Driving to Hilton Head takes 16+ hours from where we live, so we broke the trip into two days. The first night we stayed in Asheville, NC to could go to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner, the Tupelo Honey Café. We were not disappointed. On the second day, we planned to stop at Congaree National Park in South Carolina we found on a poster our daughter Allyson gave us when we retired. When we go to a new park, we can cross it off the poster, checklist style. The park poster contains some of the biggest National Parks (Yosemite and Yellowstone) and some of the lesser-known parks as well. That’s where we found ourselves.

When we finally arrived at Congaree, we were quickly rewarded with a bit of humor. There was a sign saying the park wide speed limit was 27 MPH. Not 25 MPH or 30 MPH, but 27 MPH! How cool is that! Arriving at the small parking lot, Merlin was telling us there were many birds in the trees, if only we could see them. I learned much later that Congaree National Park is one of the nation’s top spots to see very large firefly displays during late May and into June.

When I had finished assembling my camera (Jan was already off taking photos), a family was wandering by from their distant parking space. The grandfather in the group, seeing the big cameras, asked if I’d seen a specific bird pointing to the other end of the parking lot. Sometimes the local names and pronunciations of words can catch me off-guard. British English and American English often have different syllables emphasized. But when American English (Midwestern) and American English (Southern) collide, I sometimes have no idea where to start.

Here’s where I have to go to phonetic spelling because my ear was simply not tuned into Southern English so early in our trip. Absolutely no offense intended, things are pronounced differently all around our country. Pronunciations in the Northeast are sometimes the hardest because they remove certain letters and add them to the ends of other words. For example, the phrase “park the car” becomes “pahk the cah”. But the word “area” becomes “airy-er”. See what I mean?

Pileated Woodpecker for by Brad Marks in South Carolina

In any dialect or accent, that’s a BIG bird! Hit the jump to read more about the PIE!

Pot of Gold…by Brad Marks

My previous waning faith in humanity is definitely looking up here during our stop in Salt Lake City. Met some really nice people while up in the mountains birding (high Zane!) and the kind and gracious workers at the Mormon Temple were a breath of fresh air from the long days on the road. We have hiked a lot of mountains on this trip and I have to admit, mountain air (and trails) is/are fast becoming my lifeblood. Shout out to all the mountain athletes we’ve met on this trip – monster fitness, badly needed inspiration to keep pushing myself on the recovery to the ultra trail circuit. Been getting some really good bird checks lately, now sitting at 383+3 with the 10 new birds found the last couple of days here in Salt Lake City (at #318 in the top US birders list yay!) . Have I mentioned before how exhausting this trip is heheheh. We are moving base again tomorrow and need to try and get some sleep tonight. Brad is going to take the rudder and sail you across the wide pond to “Where women glow and men plunder” and the birds are a plenty. A fitting topic being we had a great time enjoying the birds of the world at Tracy Aviary today (link here). See ya’ again soon…

Take it away Brad…

Jan and I had spent the morning and most of an afternoon at the Taronga Zoo across the harbour from Sydney. Taronga is a very nice zoo, and there were animals we are unlikely to see anywhere else in the world. How often can you find a Sulfur-crested Cockatiel sitting on a tree branch out in the open handing out its opinion? Or a Southern Cassowary. Even behind electrified cables, these large birds are intimidating. In this case, the electrified cables are more to keep the angry bird inside than to keep less-than-cerebral visitors outside. I say it was angry because we observed a behaviour reserved for territorial disputes or threats. When a Cassowary is “upset” it makes one of the lowest sounds in the bird world, just on the lower edge of audible for most humans. It’s more of a feeling than a sound. It also looks like its whole body is vibrating, sort of like a subwoofer does in a home theatre setup. While not quite ostrich-sized, I think one would be happy to take out an unsuspecting tourist with a camera and not lose a bit of sleep over it.

Leaving Taronga, Jan and I took the 20-minute harbour ferry ride back to Sydney. The ferry dropped us on the next pier over from the Sydney Opera House; one of our life goals to see in person. After another dozen or so photos of the Opera House (who am I kidding, it was probably a hundred more, in addition to the hundreds Jan and I took the prior day), we decided to try to find P. Sherman at 42 Wallaby Way to return his scuba mask. Fans of Finding Nemo will understand the reference. It was, after all, our last full day in Australia and Jan and I wanted to make the most of it. We took a circuitous route back to the hotel, through the Royal Botanical Gardens.

Still on a high from encountering a Laughing Kookaburra in a gum tree (see here) near the Royal Botanical Gardens entrance, Jan and I wandered further through the gardens. Nearing the garden exit, there seemed to be a kerfuffle in a flowering tree next to the path.

This new bird is snacking on nectar from a flower on a Ceibo Tree (Erythrina crista-gall) or Cockspur Coral Tree, native to South America but thriving as part of the Royal Botanical Gardens.

Rainbow Lorikeet found by Brad and Jan at Royal Botanical Gardens

Learn more about this colorful feathered friend after the jump!

Greater Sand-plover…by Brad Marks

Greetings from Oregon…wait, if I back up and take a running jump that might be Washington…regardless, a long way away from home. It is unlikely I will ever get “bored” of birding, but one word that does come to mind at the moment is “exhaustion”. It has been one busy day after another filled with major excitement, some disappointments and a whole lot of stress trying to hunt down targets and get something in the tin during often very brief glimpses. Oh, and an encounter with a Point Break wannabee who tried to throw me off “their beach” – more on that story in a future post. For those keeping score at home, the Average Year (link here) count now sits at 369+3 provisionals. In detail since leaving on our trip: +69 new annual checks including +28 lifers. A quick count of the misses so far is 5 – some I will hopefully be able to pick up as we get deeper in the trip, others are regionally specific and lost until we make our next trip to the northwest sigh. Still plenty of opportunities left to add to these numbers (tomorrow going for 3 more lifers!). Most surprising is I’ve moved up to #379 on this year’s top US birders list yay! Time to recharge the batteries while Brad takes the lead and brings you another of their adventures from Down Under. See you again soon!

Take it away Brad…

During one of our “free” mornings in Cairns (pronounced “cans”), Australia, Jan and I were happily photographing birds from the boardwalk along edge of the Coral Sea. Though only mid-morning, temps were already nearing 30C (85F). Humidity was as high as it can go: 100%. The tide was on its way out leaving behind a vast tidal flat of mud and small birds. There were little brown things with spindly legs moving all over the mud. Some were fiddler crabs, some had feathers.

As is usually the case with such a broad area for photographing, Jan heads one direction, and I head another. Still within sight of each other, but able to cover a much larger area, we could photograph twice as many birds. Or at least the same birds from different angles.

I’ve mentioned before that carrying a large camera and lens combo attracts all sorts of attention. I certainly don’t claim to be an expert on birds in America, let alone Australia; I’m hoping to be upgraded to novice soon on two continents (see note at the end). This morning, my bird ID app certainly wasn’t offering much help with audio. Plus, the shore birds weren’t close enough to hear their calls over the surf. For today’s bird ID, I relied on a sign posted by the water’s edge (I usually take a photo of any sign picturing local birds) and a group of self-proclaimed local “twitchers” wandering through, asking me, “Do you like our Plovers”? I, of course, answered “Yes, I do.”

Greater Sand Plover found by Brad Marks in Australia

If you answered “Yes” to the Plover question, go ahead and hit that jump!

Flash Dance…by Brad Marks

As you already know, Linda and I are on our way out to the CPE Agility Nationals in Washington. I have to say, we did not have the best start weatherwise. On our first night we had to shelter in a campground laundry building in Council Bluffs, IA while tornado warnings blared around us. The next night we hunkered down in Ogalalla, NE as I-80 was shut down due to a 5-8″ snow storm that came through that night. Top it off, the next day we sat parked on I-80 for 3 hours while they hauled semis out of the median combined with some idiot’s decision to take a main east-west thoroughfare down to one lane due to construction for miles and miles. In all this chaos, there has been one bright spot – the birding has been awesome! Since we left, I am now up 27 birds for the year with 2 lifers and 3 brand new states lit up on my eBird account…and this isn’t even with my usual hardcore birding as we have basically been getting the RV setup at whatever state we ended up in and hitting the closest birding hotspot with whatever time we had left. I’ll kick into the real birding endeavor once we get past the agility event. Needless to say, I am pretty exhausted from the travel so going to put my May series on pause and let Brad take over with another fun adventure from Down Under. Take care everyone, I’ll touch base again soon.

Take it away Brad…

I know in the past I have commented how many house sparrows Jan and I seem to find on our travels. Well, there’s another family of birds that seems to be just as prevalent, and just as varied. Today’s bird is also typically lumped under the same family name without being identified as a separate species by many casual observers: Sea gulls or just plain gulls. I did my best to try to differentiate some of them here, at least the ones we could find in South Carolina. Today’s story takes us to a place far from South Carolina. So far away, in fact, that it makes South Carolina look like it’s North.

Jan and I first spotted one of the subject gulls while changing planes in Sydney on our way to Melbourne. Having the cameras packed, I made a mental note that there’s another one of those darned birds near an airport. Though this one looked a little bit different from the versions we see in the States. But after flying 22 hours overnight with little sleep, I was hard pressed to make any sort of identification

Silver Gull found by Brad Marks in Cairns Australia

My what red feet you have… hit the jump to learn more about this slippered bird’s interesting behavior.

Djilyon…by Brad Marks

We have come to the end of April and my dreams of getting caught up with all my tasks are the smoldering remains of my organizational dumpster fire. I’m going sun up to whenever the eyes and muscles give out as the witching hour descends and yet here I sit with 10 Halloween props in various states, gigs of images to process, blogs I follow that I still need to read and relentless task around the Intrigued HQ lot that taunt me on a daily basis. Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying every minute of it, especially since some of those daily hours are now spent with wind in the hair and lugs eating dirt on the trails – life is good! I need to get back to work in the Haunt Lab, so Brad is going to once again take the wheel and bring you another exciting adventure from down under. Now to crank up some Soft White Underbellies (guessing you know the band by a newer name – link here and here).

in honor of today’s post and get back to carving a 28″x28″x30″ gargoyle head.

Take it away Brad…

Sometimes being in the right place and the right time, with a camera, is the best strategy. It also helps to be where the birds are . . . just sayin’.

While on assignment in Tasmania, Jan and I were on the back end of a day travelling via motor coach. We visited Port Arthur, historically one of the most notorious penal colonies in Australia. Port Arthur was the place criminals were sent when they were too “bad” for the other penal colonies. By “criminal”, I mean someone that might have stolen a 2”x2” piece of cloth, for example, from their employer. Or maybe someone that stole a crust of bread from a baker to feed their family. Many were given the choice of death in Britain (pretty harsh sentences then) or be sent to the penal colonies in either southeastern America or Australia. Around 1840, the young United States of America said “No more criminals” to the British, so Australia became Britain’s favorite penal colony destination. Many “criminals” didn’t survive the trip to Australia. I think this is why Australians today have such a strong sense of equality, fairness and self-reliance. Sounds like something from the 1700’s in a certain startup country in North America. If we don’t learn from the past, we are doomed to repeat it.

Enough history, back to the story at hand. We had been on and off the motorcoach most of the day. On our way back from Port Arthur, we crossed a small bridge over the Denison Canal near the town of Dunalley on the island Tasmania, south of Australia. Our coach driver said, “Oh look, there’s Neil the Seal”. If you were to use your favorite search engine and enter “Neil the Seal” you would find several articles and even a profile for him. Go ahead, I’ll wait right hear while you go look. Neil is a juvenile Southern Elephant Seal (Mirounga leonina) still a couple of years away from developing their distinctive long schnoz. Southern Elephant Seals are the largest seals in the world, with males weighing up to 3,700 kilograms (or over 8,000 pounds). Neil is thought to be only five years old so he has quite a bit of growing left in his predicted 20-ish year life span.

White-Bellied Sea Eagle found by Brad and Jan Marks in Tasmania

As if that wasn’t excitement enough…hit the jump for more surprises!

Great Focus Target…by Brad Marks

Howdy everyone! Been busy around the Intrigued Headquarters this week. We turned on the lights in the haunt lab, fired up all the 3D printers which are now going around the clock and there are props in various states littered about the lab – it’s haunt season and, like every year, we are already behind schedule. It is clear the finger issue will need to be taken care of as it is slowing me down, especially on the heavier items – ugh, not like I need ANOTHER medical procedure to deal with. The good news is I did officially finish processing all the spoils from the January 2025 trip to Texas..yes you read that year right. On the bright side, plenty more fodder for future posts and now I can start on the March/April trip to Arizona which I believe netted me the most +1s in a single trip – I think you are really going to like those finds! While I try to get the scare factory back on schedule and put more thought into how to resolve the latest injury, Brad is going to take over and bring you another entry in his “Down Under” series. Unless you are from that area, you might want to turn your monitor upside down so you can read it easier..or stand on your head ha.

Take it away Brad…

One day during our photo assignment Down Under . . . I’m betting some of you may think I’m just reusing this opening line from other stories. Well, I am, sort of. Jan and I had a fantastic time in Australia and New Zealand, and ended up photographing over 130 different species. All but one of these species was a +1. That means there will be plenty more stories from the Birds Down Under series.

Today, I’m going to start with a bit of photography education, mainly for me, to help with today’s story. Camera basic 101 (at least how I understand it): all auto-focus capable cameras, whether SLR, point-n-shoot, mirrorless, or smartphones need some sort of contrast to be able to achieve a sharp focus. The camera sensor relies on finding sharp edges in the photo, contrast, or patterns, to achieve a sharp focus. What better photography target for birders than one that is starkly black and white? In other words, high contrast. No fuzzy transitions between various shades of yellow, green, or brown. I’m talking ends of the spectrum, polarizing black and white.

Australian Magpies found by Brad and Jan Marks on their trip to Australia

I think “Mama” took the Kodachrome tin and replaced it with Lomography Lady Grey. Hit the jump to learn more about this black and white specimen…while you try to get that song out of your head ha… “I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph, so mama don’t take my Kodachrome away…“

Bad Day to be a Crab…by Brad Marks

Well, when I said in a previous post I was going to take a “break” I had no idea that was going to turn out to be literally. Some would say I might have jinxed myself, others might look at my recent history and invested in the predictive market. As a guiding rule, I prefer to focus on rehabing one injury at a time – stay focused, put the effort in, get past it and prioritize whatever is left. I was having issues with a joint in one of my fingers prior to retiring with a nod to typing being a major component of my career for all 31+ years. I exited the grind, it seemed to get better, started hurting again and then broke my elbow – new priority. Continued to hurt, then broke my ankle – new priority. Having been cleared of that latest injury, went back to my elbow surgeon to FINALLY deal with the finger. Words you do not want to hear when the doctor pulls up your xray – “Whoa, that joint isn’t just damaged, it’s obliterated!” Optimistic day, meet Craptastic day. Looking at joint replacement or joint fusion – for certain, my guitar days are officially over. Got a shot in the joint to relieve some of the pain until I make a decision. As a result, my break may extend longer than originally intended – at least until I can hit the E-C-D keys again. Worry not, for Brad has a number of great posts from their jet-setting adventures already in the queue to entertain you!

Take it away Brad…

One day during our Australian photo assignment, Jan and I went different directions. The tour group’s activity for the day was to go to the Great Barrier Reef, something I’ve always wanted to see. That is, until the wave conditions on the day were expected to be between 1-2 meters high (3-6 feet). Gads! Intrigued readers know of my fondness for small boats in rough seas . . . NOT! (see here) I made the choice that day to keep my feet firmly planted on land. Jan, who’s afraid of nothing (learned to ski Double Black Diamond runs when she was about five) went on the boat ride to Green Island on the Great Barrier Reef. She did tell me later that several people succumbed to motion sickness on the rough 45-minute transit to and from Green Island and that I would NOT have had a good time on the boat.

Once the tour bus took the rest of our group to the boat headed for Green Island, I grabbed my Aussie hat and went outside to see what the tidal flats of Cairns (pronounced “cans”) were offering that day. After an hour of photographing shore birds and wading birds in the tropical sun, something caught my eye in the trees to the right.

Sacred Kingfisher found by Brad Marks in Cairns, Australia

That’s NOT a wading bird!!! Hit the jump to read more about this fishing royalty!

White-Faced Heron…by Brad Marks

Hi folks! Rather big week for me personally. I mentioned previously I had a follow-up with my ankle surgeon last Thursday. Have to admit, was pretty apprehensive going in not really knowing what that outcome would be, which ended up being great news and not so great news. On the great front, ankle appears to be healed (as it is probably going to get) and fairly strong. All that rehab work paid off and now officially released to push it even harder and continue getting it to ultra-condition. Then the mood dampener came when he admitted the current level of “pain” will continue for some time – in the 1.5 year range. Apparently the residual level of annoyance still being experienced with shattered elbow will also occur with this latest injury. I can deal with this discomfort now that I know it has structural integrity. Celebrated with a 9 mile run yesterday (longest since the injury back in October 2024) and today went for a 25lb ruck for 7.5 miles on the hardest hills on the Illinois River bluff. I’m back baby hahahaha! As mentioned previously, I am taking a break (to develop the training plan for this October’s 100 miler race) and will be digging into Brad’s adventure queue – did I hear cheers, I think I heard cheers.

Take it away Brad…

How many times have you been birding and taking photographs when you think you know what the bird is in the viewfinder? Happens to me all the time. Not!

After breakfast on our first day in Cairns (pronounced “cans”) in Queensland, northern Australia, Jan and I decided to wander along the waterfront during very low tide. Our assignment from Intrigued HQ was to photograph anything that flies for future stories. Just “up” the beach from our hotel (towards the Equator to the left looking out over the water), a squadron of Australian Pelicans catches Jan’s eye. Off she runs to take some photos. About the same time, this heron-sized bird flies into view and I begin to wander to the right, or “down” the beach, to catch some photos. At first glance, through the tiny viewfinder, I think it’s a Little Blue Heron. It’s about the right size and color. I do notice there are some interesting colors and a bit of what looks like aging on its face. You know how some breeds of dogs (and Intrigued photographers) get white-faced when they are older? That’s what this looked like. I’ve only seen an adult Little Blue one time, but never a really old one. I take a few (dozen) photos and move along. Then my subconscious realizes something didn’t look quite right. Maybe this is a teenager in between juvenile and adult plumage? Nope. A morph with a Snow egret? Again, no dice. This is a whole new bird from what we’ve seen before. In other words, a +1 in birding parlance.

White-Faced Heron found by Brad Marks in Cairn's Australia

Did some devious clown bird throw a meringue pie in that Heron’s face? Hit the jump to learn more about this intriguing international specimen!

Who is that Masked Bird?…by Brad Marks

For some reason I continually forget February is a short month – even worse since leaving the grind when I had the end of the month “Explain how you earned our money” reports to remind me the calendar is about to roll (and the bank account grow). I am sure someone out there is going “Just look in the bottom right corner of your screen nitwit!“. The important thing is I need to stay on top of the posts or we will miss our self-imposed monthly quota. I had intentions of digging into my photo backlog queue and writing up a post today, but Linda offered to go chase a Snowy Owl that had been spotted about an hour away…that requires zero decision time ha. We ended up finding TWO of them which made my day (missed that check all of last year). In my jubilation, forgot about the post until it was too late, but you are in luck. Brad was at the ready with another of his adventures from “Down Under”. Last time I brought you a new bird that traveled to us, this time we are bringing you a new bird that Intrigued packed its bags for.

Take it away Brad…. (Note, Brad and Jan are out on assignment so replies might be delayed)

On our first full day in Cairns (pronounced “cans”), Queensland Australia (north side), Jan and I went outside our beachfront hotel after breakfast to see what we could see before our first group activity started. Even in October, Cairns is very warm and humid. Remember, it’s on the other side of the Equator, the seasons are reversed. Essentially, we were in Australia in “April” for them. Cairns is in the tropics so temperatures don’t vary all that much winter to summer. Well, except from Fahrenheit to Celsius for travelers. The high temperature that day reached 28C, or 82F, with 110% humidity. A very warm day for me, but about average for this time of year for Cairns. Important stats to know when carrying very large glass outside after it has been sitting in an air-conditioned hotel room overnight. We let the cameras and lenses warm up slowly to prevent condensation on all of the glass elements. Wandering around with a large camera and 200-500mm lens garners a lot of attention.

Talk about having egg on your face ha… hit the jump to learn more about this exotic looking bird.

Babies Down Under…by Brad Marks

Getting this post in just under the wire. I had intentions of publishing this last post of the month out a few days ago (to hit our monthly post quota), but we have been moving northeastward up the gulf coast and time slipped away. Truth is, I am a bit exhausted which is an odd thing to declare when you are technically on vacation – and retired. We’ve been on the road for over a month now and it has consisted of some high points and low points. On the plus side we are not in Illinois, there has been SOME warm days, we’ve been able to meet up with birding friends down here along with friends who came down from our hometown and even Ron was able to joined us for a few days. We’ve also found a few new feathered lifers and taken in some new sites. Unfortunately, the weather has been frustratingly “chilly” down here and the birding has been a disappointment due to a universal lack of real rarities to chase. Add into the mixture my ankle is not progressing at a pace anywhere near what I need/expect it to be, The Beast is acting up (likely sand in the WAV motor again) and did I mention I’m currently wearing a stocking cap and staring wantingly at my gloves. Yes, this born and raised in the Midwest tundra lad has grown soft ha! I just need a brief rest and I’ll be recharged (not to mention it is going to start warming up this week). In spite of the weather gods trying their mightiest to defeat me, I am still sitting at 220 birds for the year (21st on Texas top 100) and tins full of new material to hopefully keep everyone entertained this year. Add in Brad and Jan’s adventures and we are in really good shape. Speaking of Brad and Jan, they threw me a lifeline taking over the controls of the Intrigued enterprise to bring you another adventure from “Down Under”.

Take it away (temporary) Kiwis….

On a recent photo assignment, Jan and I were staying in a very nice hotel in the middle of Christchurch, New Zealand. The view from our spacious and well-appointed hotel room looked out at the Christchurch Cathedral. Well, at least what’s left of it after severe earthquakes in 2010 and 2011. Much of what’s left is being supported by a web of giant steel beams. The spire and upper tower were destroyed during the multitude of 2011 earthquakes (between 6.0 and 6.4-magnitude) and have been partially rebuilt on the ground since then, ready for reinstallation. Restoration is difficult because many of the skills required to rebuild a stone structure have been lost over the decades. The Cathedral is still competing for resources (money and people) with hundreds of other rebuilding projects in Christchurch since the devastating earthquakes. New Zealand is a country of five million people. The cost to rebuild the city of Christchurch alone is estimated to be near $40 billion New Zealand dollars. That is a very large burden, whether in New Zealand or U.S. dollars, for a national population of only five million. You can do the math to see that this might take a while.

This story is a late entry to extend December’s Baby Month at Intrigued. Literally, as soon as I had copied the photos from the Australia and New Zealand assignment onto our home PC, it failed. Thanks to holidays, and weather delays, the replacement PC didn’t arrive until mid-December. Getting the new PC up and running again with all of the Intrigued Corporate applications, plus a few hardware surprises, took another two weeks. And here we are.

During one of our free days on assignment, Jan and I walked about a kilometer (a little over half of a mile) from our hotel in Christchurch to Hagley Park South to see what we could see. Why am I am being very specific on the name of the park? Every city we visited, in Australia and New Zealand, had a park or royal garden near the city center named after Queen Victoria, the reigning monarch when the countries were officially founded. Each park, or garden, had a life-sized (or larger) statue of Queen Victoria; she was not looking amused. Of course, in anticipation of finding something interesting to photograph, we took the big glass along.

Paradise Shelduck babies found by Brad and Jan Marks in New Zealand

Protect yourselves, there’s cuteness overload coming after the jump!

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