For a short time I was in the center of these Pelican feeding, and it was the golden morning light. Even in the best light it rarely is an actual gold.
It was very gold this morning.
This was part of a flock that was pushing through the marsh feeding. Luck was with me since I had found an opening in the grasses wide and low enough to catch the groups all around me.
A canal runs between dike paths which keeps each side separate, and isolated from each other. Lots of birds were behind the brush line, but there was no easy access.
But I did get this Spoonbill that dropped down on the canal trees.
A bonus. The bird was close, but safe from the ‘photo person’ walking the waters edge. He stayed, and was joined later by others.
The title explains it all.
Sitting on the plants being moved inside.
We waited.
Female Anhinga perched above a pond.
Many of the Anhinga will move a few hundred miles south when the winter chill hits. Most years I never notice until the Anhinga are suddenly replaced by Cormorants who have moved here from the north.
Old rusted stove pipes always get my attention, it’s a throw back to the way things were. Except in these places. Here they are for cooking, heating, and living when in the cabins.
I am of that ‘age’ where I know how it feels to touch one, when you shouldn’t.
Times have changed and now I see them for how well they age and color in photographs.
A small slice of America, Indian Fields Methodist Camp.
For all those days that we struggle to find wildlife these days make up for them.
I just commented to Mike Powell (Click Here) how I remember ‘Mutual Of Omaha, Wild Kingdom’.
Well, this is why.
Simply amazing.
A reward for a long day.
The Pelicans fall migration is in full swing. The bigger marshes must have plenty of food since flocks of all types are out there.
I almost didn’t go out, took my time, and arrived at the worst possible time. Today it didn’t matter.
Note to self, put bug spray in pocket… this is not a park.
White Pelican, ACE Basin, South Carolina.
When seen coming in low to land if I shoot a little wide and get focus for the first shot chances are good there will be a series of photographs. That’s the plan anyway.
I try to start just about the time they ‘apply the breaks’.
While this looks like a large open lake it’s anything but that. There are tall grass and dikes all around this spot. The part you can’t plan is where they land, so I got lucky here.
Note the lack of photos of the touch down itself… luck ran out as grass to my left entered the last shots.
