This particular trunk is on a road most always closed off a bit further on. I think this water gate here regulates miles of marshlands. It’s a road easy to miss unless you know where it leads.
Taking the short trip down to the trunk usually gives an opportunity to photograph smaller wading birds. Fiddler crabs, by the millions, are on this cut.
When I walked towards the trunk I immediately missed all kinds of opportunities. Small and large Herons flew in all directions.
This Snowy did not, and gave me a chance not to leave empty handed.
A bigger surprise was the smaller Kingfisher watching from top of the trunk arms. Usually they are the first to leave. I didn’t walk any closer, it was obvious they had food here. No other reason to stay with me around.
Hurricane Ian had dropped some trees so I went back the way I came.
Besides, there was still the strange cloud cover around for landscape shots.