While driving in the Merritt WMR we spotted white birds flying ahead, a lot of white birds. We stopped to find hundreds of birds fishing in the side ditches and creek that were filled with small fish.

Tall grass and reeds blocked clear views of the big flocks, but we could see other birds coming to join the feast.

I followed a Snowy Egret all excited, like only a Snowy can get, marching along right into the fray.