He just came flying in to the swamp bank, never noticed me at all.

I tried to get a shot before the one above. One of the bird flying to me. He was too close to focus. Even this one I had to step backwards, which is when he realized I was standing next to him.

He was on a mission so chose to (almost) ignore me.

It’s nest building time and I was standing in a pile of nice soft Spanish Moss…that he wanted.