This male Anhinga surfaced nearby and I could see a catch, just not very well.
I followed his path towards an old ramp surprised he didn’t just eat it. There are many around here that will steal the fish, or even grab him while he is occupied. The first image is not great but the story needed it. The rest are better.
After he climbed the ramp I noticed how he still had the fish ‘speared’ on his bill. While most diving birds grab hold of fish, Anhinga spear them underwater. At times they do it a little too good.
Once he figured how to loosen his catch, next was the head first issue. Fish gills can harm a bird, they must be eaten head first.
A small series here of a Great Blue leaving one of the favorite stick spots, without a treasure.
He didn’t go very far though. The edge of the swamp meets some forest here. There should be a full years worth of dead branches laying around. Each year this is the first place picked clean for nesting materials.
We know they will start collecting here, so we the photographer’s are as predictable as the herons and egrets. This is the first spot we go.