As their young get bigger adult Egrets are busy keeping them fed.
For me this means there are more opportunities for decent in flight photographs. Now is the time to work them, the young will be grown and out soon enough.
Great Egret, In Close
Tag Archives: Charleston
I Call Them Bumps, Alligator
Some people see them as evil, and others of course dangerous.
I see bumps.
Because that’s what they are 90% of the time. A ‘bump’ in the water.
Feathers And Wind
Timing is everything.
A gust of wind, and an Egret hiding his head.
Wildflowers With The Stones
In this old cemetery it’s not often people visit any grave sites. I think there are more photographers and raccoons on any given day.
There is still color here, the small blooms in spring cover much of the old graves.
I prefer this to a bunch of hot house flowers wrapped in string.
Found A River
While this may seem like an odd title, it’s not for me. I have ‘minimal’ sense of direction. I’m convinced it comes from being born in NYC, everything is in a grid. You don’t need any spatial skills, there were signs on every corner.
This is the Cooper river, north of Charleston and flows to the Atlantic Ocean past the city.
I say I found it since it was on the end of a trail I walked, in a new area. I knew it should be right there, but really, that doesn’t mean much with me.
Because we are flat (hence Lowcountry name) it winds around lazy like. If you know the George Gershwin musical Porgy And Bess, or the song ‘Summertime’ you know the area. it was written in Charleston. Actually the Folly Beach part of town where this river hits the back end of Folly.
And as expected wildlife followed. When I hit the river I heard Osprey, they came over the tree line.
Of course I took the shot. Short lens, but a beautiful raptor right over my head.
That Head Clearly Belongs To A Water Moccasin
One to steer away from. This is the only viper that stays with water. Also called a Cottonmouth.
I learned something the other day in conversation with a friend who is a biologist and works in these swamps.
If you get bit, hope it’s by a big one. Turns out a full grown Cottonmouth knows how much venom to use. They are careful because it takes a lot for them to create more. A little guy gives you all he has, and it doesn’t take much…
I’ll try to avoid them all.
On A Trail, Alligator
He found a nice place to rest, and he’s keeping it.
Just big enough that you might let him have it.
Quietly Waiting, Barred Owl
Barred Owls have been very busy this year. Besides returning to the small swamp ponds to hunt they nested and have young.
To date I have not taken any shots of an Owlet this year. Every time I see one it’s either too dark or far. However, Ellen has been searching for them more than me and does have a few youngster photographs.
Now that we are reaching the 95 (+) temperatures (35C +) I’m less inclined to brave the wet and bugs. However, I did commit to going this evening. Time to dig out the feather weight hiking pants.
