While we do get to see the Spoonbills often it’s still exciting to find a flock, huddled up close, just waiting for a group photo.
It’s not going to happen, but you can’t blame a gator for dreaming.
Just a fun shot.
This water is the perfect depth for a Spoonbill. More than most they are sensitive to this. When it’s right they will walk along, swing their head back and forth, and keep going for hours.
A wing tip lightly on the surface and a nice display of that unique beak.
I had intended the water here to be white allowing the bird to be almost a silhouette.
Somehow a silver look slipped in, I went with it.
I wonder if his voice is changing too.
Not that pink, and semi fluffy look. No neon, bald green head, or even the orange tint.
Ahhh, the teenage years.
It took about 5 miles and later in the day to catch some Black Simmers in clear water with sun light. Which should not have been that hard in South Carolina.
I went from full out marshland to old rice fields. Also the birds broke rules and were feeding mid day, not in the morning. Things worked out well.
Now the Black Skimmers are in a place a little more photographer friendly. Well, there’s the Alligators who love clean rice fields too. But the Skimmers are OK with it, so I am too.
Not on their own yet, but about ready to start the adventure.
Right here they were all about complaining there was no food. Which is all they still do.
Think they have it bad now, wait a few weeks and see how they like catching it on their own.