The bird passed by heading into the piers of a marina on the Charleston Harbor.
There is an old fort in the background. Most people assume this is Fort Sumter. Actually there are multiple forts along town waters, this one being Fort Pickney.
If the stick is any example this Heron nest will be huge.
Most Tricolor Heron nests are smaller than you would think. Here may be the biggest stick in the entire nest.
A very accommodating Tricolored Heron.
I’d like to say she sat and posed for me, not the case.
All the other good branches were taken and the only other option was to return to the nest…and babies.
A series of a local that did not fly off after a good hunt.
These Barred Owls do love them some Crawdaddies.
There is still a young Owlet to be fed but I guess he had to wait this time. The adult kept this catch, so no sharing this time.
Of all the different photographs I have taken of Spoonbills this was a first.
Walked up, and had a huge drink. No drama, posing, just a quick break.
Being a bird ‘Rock Star’ is a thirsty business.
This is more of an observation than anything else.
Osprey, like most fishing birds, have very specific depth requirements. They are also smart enough to know when the water is right for diving.
When we first spotted this bird earlier I commented on seeing an Osprey move away as we approached. But the guide told us there were none in these waters.
Another half mile or so and here he was perched.
The swamp water was much higher than usual and this Osprey came in from the shore for some easy catches. As the depth recedes he will return to the old area.
The breeding colors and flowing feathers still couldn’t hide that Snowy Egret bad attitude.
Not sure what he was thinking, me… ‘it’s really hot’.
Funny shot. We both stopped and looked at each other, and then went about our business.
