This is the Roseate Spoonbill down the end of a marsh. There wasn’t a lot going on so a walk down the ‘highway’ was one of the few options for photographs.

We started called this dike the ‘highway’ after watching a parade of Alligators one day using it to walk back and forth between the two big marshes.

Above is the top of the dike, and the trail. The ‘brown spot’, as I call the worn dirt with no grass, is the on ramp for the locals moving back and forth. There is tall grass on either side of the trail and yes, it can easily hide about anything. However, rarely is anything in the grasses, they are down the slope or in the water. Not a comfortable spot I guess.

On both sides of the trail is a natural canal, a perfect place to capture the gators resting or moving around.

At the start of the walk every critter was pretty well dug in. Not even a good clear shot.

A few Alligators were in the brush, which did make for an interesting image.

Finally at least one showed some interest in the intruder. He moved around so he could watch. Earlier I said there wasn’t much going on, that meant he had little to see too. They get curious.

The big guy above didn’t even bother to move. I wasn’t that important.

And at the end of the dike, in the fresh green grass, a big pink bird.

Standing there staring at me, before he fell back asleep.

I guess the old saying is right… it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.