Wings like an angel

While S had her Yoga lesson today, I went to Western Springs Lake, and as I neared where the spoonbills have been wont to roost, two flew in. By the time I had got to where I could see them properly, they appeared to be billing and possibly cooing. I was too far away to hear anything less raucous than the nearby geese. The series of photos I got surely show a courting ritual.