When a swamp water is low all the old branches and rocks come to the surface, a perfect dry spot to sit for a while.
It was gray and dull when I shot these. I do find if there is time to ‘play’ with my settings I can get their natural deep colors nicely.
This Herons legs are very green so I assume this is the first year of adulthood. Of course a juvenile Little Blue is pure white with green legs…why wouldn’t they be.
He was suddenly right there, almost directly in front of me. I was standing near some Mangrove Trees watching a sand bar.
Looking to my right, there he was. I guess he was watching me the whole time.
There are two schools of thought on Photographing wildlife. Wait for him, or go to them. I prefer moving, but it can wear you down.
Here I stayed in one spot and let them parade by.
No surprise it was mostly White Ibis. But this one, with the transparent water, came out nice.
Among the others was this Tricolored Heron. So distinctive it was simple to choose him to publish.
I selected only two birds for this article as I have been working a bit more on the IPad and need to be brief. While a great tool it is still not on par with a full blown PC.
Besides, the IPad hates me, changing words and letters when I’m not looking. It’s some kind of conspiracy.
The usual afternoon ritual of a Little Blue Heron.
All these birds are serious hunters, but the Little Blue always looks to be deep in concentration.
By leaning over the edge of the water I was able to get an open shot of this Heron. The patterns on these birds, like a Bittern, can make them blend right into their surroundings.
The open water as a background saved this shot, the Green Heron stands out just fine.
This is a favorite location for the smaller wading birds, also for photographers.
It’s what they do each winter.
Eventually she comes along.
Tricolored Heron striding through a salt marsh.
The sun was perfect for reflections, and a Tricolored Heron adds nice color.
Low tide is like a buffet here. Shrimp being the main course, but lots of other menu options too.
This was a big shrimp and I’m surprised other birds didn’t jump all over him.
He did walk away quickly, but not off the sand bar.
A few twists of the head…his to get the right angle.
Gone in a flash.
