This juvenile Black-crowned Night Heron sat in a dark, and muddy, spot.
The canal here runs through a big marsh and water flows with the tides. It’s fresh water being pushed by the wide flat marsh. It also can push into the old rice fields when a wooden water gate (a trunk) is open.
The light here was dim but perfect for catching the ruby colored eyes of a Night Heron.
I cross a rural bridge whenever we travel to the one of the large marshes. It’s the type of bridge that has a steep incline, like to have a sail boat pass underneath. The river and inlets look to be rapids, maybe knee deep. But maybe some day, who knows.
The scenery is spectacular, a wide vista of marsh and rivers. I am convinced there will be wildlife everywhere each time we cross.
Never! Ever! Nothing.
Except the other day, this beautiful Bald Eagle on this ugly pole. Beauty all around, he picks this. At the top of the humpy back bridge.
I was shocked to see him, and of course as I stopped (never other cars, but you never know) he turned and we were at eye level.
I got the famous Bald Eagle ‘stink eye’ look for bothering him.