Nothing says Galápagos Islands quite like the blue-footed booby. Well, maybe the Darwin Finch. Or the giant tortoise. Or the Galápagos sea lion. They all make the Galápagos such a great place to visit. Incidentally, those blue feet have a purpose. They are a sexually selected trait. The males strut in front of the females lifting their feet up and down in an elaborate ritual. The best, bluest feet win the prize and pass that sexy blueness on to their offspring. Nikon D800 with Nikkor 200-400mm lens (at 280mm) ISO 400, f/8 at 1/2000th of a second.
OMG, it must be fun to watch this behavior. Just reading about it takes me to “clown alley”, amused at the sight of a clown’s garb, including overly large shoes. How many times have we witnessed such performers marching about, slapping their elongated footwear down with each step? Art imitates life.
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Nothing says Galápagos Islands quite like the blue-footed booby. Well, maybe the Darwin Finch. Or the giant tortoise. Or the Galápagos sea lion. They all make the Galápagos such a great place to visit. Incidentally, those blue feet have a purpose. They are a sexually selected trait. The males strut in front of the females lifting their feet up and down in an elaborate ritual. The best, bluest feet win the prize and pass that sexy blueness on to their offspring. Nikon D800 with Nikkor 200-400mm lens (at 280mm) ISO 400, f/8 at 1/2000th of a second.
OMG, it must be fun to watch this behavior. Just reading about it takes me to “clown alley”, amused at the sight of a clown’s garb, including overly large shoes. How many times have we witnessed such performers marching about, slapping their elongated footwear down with each step? Art imitates life.