The Skimmers made us earn every opportunity for a shot. This marsh is a series of high reeds and canals. A maze of reeds and water.
The grasses are now twice as tall as I am, thick, and not someplace a person is going to, or want to, push through.
We worked at whatever openings we found that gave us a semi clear field of vision.
Above is the shot we hope to get. When a Skimmer grabs something from the surface their head is pushed down, closing their beak on the prey. Never have I seen one flip over, though I don’t know why.
Plenty of heat and insects (today was ticks and red bugs, ughh) making this a half day of work.