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.
He knew I was there the whole time.
Red-shouldered Hawk.
Even when you know where they probably are, it’s still tough to find them.
These trees draped in Spanish Moss are a favorite hunting spot. They can just wait and drop down on some small ‘critter’. Also they are hidden from us, and the camera.
While not great Hawk images they do show their environment. That can make an interesting photo.
This is a fast, no plan, photograph. The other 6 would prove it, they were horrid.
I have not even catching many in flight lately, felt deprived so here is the best of the lot.
A temporary agreement to ignore each other.
This will not last long.
Small Spoonbill factoid; When on dead branches and old trees a Spoonbill cannot stay in one spot very long. They climb all over it. Eventually several want to be on the very top at the same time… flaps and snaps are inevitable.
One of life’s little mysteries.
Taking advantage of the light.
Me, not the Heron.
