She swam right up to log almost directly below me.
After she struggled to climb up, this is the look of surprise when she looked up.
When they are really wet not only can’t they fly, it’s hard to even get out of the water.
She wants to get dry as soon as possible, shaking off helps.
In the middle of the shake she spots me looking down at her.
It was too late and I must not have been very dangerous looking since she sat there dripping.
Female Anhinga, Charleston, South Carolina.