It’s been a few pink days lately.

A young Spoonbill, taken in the ACE Basin at least 1 1/2 months ago.
I’m not very current, but most images have no expiration date (as discussed previously).
I am finding many things I’ve missed. I had always kept my images grouped together quarterly, four high level folders per year. It work for Lightroom catalogues too.
This changed over time and I found 2025 in only two large folders. Too big since there is still the odd day of a thousand images.

While cleaning the folders I am finding the ‘to do’ photos that have been left behind.
With luck 2026 will have smaller files and folders.
We were leaving the old rice fields when a photographer we know from the Port Royal area waved us down. Well, he just pointed to a short trail down to a swampy salt marsh.
He had spotted Spoonbills deep in some pine boughs. We never would have seem them. A nice find, and even nicer he lets us know.


Sitting there, minding his own business, and they show up. Double-crested Cormorants just flew in, argued among themselves, and this poor Roseate Spoonbill was in the middle.


Cormorants come to the marshes fall and winter. It’s about the time the Anhinga shift south. The two diving species probably don’t get along, and nobody likes to confront an Anhinga.

A stand of Live Oaks and Cedars sit right on the edge of a small swamp area and large marsh. Wet with a deep cut there is one spot that has a view of a Kingfishers favorite perch.
On this morning no Kingfisher, few Roseate Spoonbills had moved in. Decent trade off.

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My kind of shot. Thing’s happening from a few directions, frame the photo best you can, click and hope 😊.
Roseate Spoonbills up front, Snowy Egrets in the middle, Wood Storks at the back. And way back, no focus, a lurking Alligator.

No awards here, but not something you’ll see every day either.
The other day we came on a group of Spoonbills, and almost immediately they flew into the wood line, or further. The juvenile below landed over the salt marsh side of a nearby dike. He stayed up high long enough for me to get these images.
After a short while he moved to find his friends. A short time later we found the group again. The weather was cool and it’s now become cold (for us) so this might be the last Spoonbill shots for a few months. Sunny Florida calls them.


