As long as this swamp has water, it can dry, a patience Owl will catch prey here. They know it and just sit and wait.
This adult knew I was there. No place to hide really. I am not crawling into the surrounding bamboo.
I got the ‘look’ once in a while.
Eventually I believe he was successful, after dropping down I lost sight. I did not see any young but I know they are in the trees somewhere watching.
Ellen is usually the one following the Owls while I am out in a rookery. I know she will catch the shots of the young ones soon.
The prothonotary warbler breeds in hardwood swamps in extreme southeastern Ontario and eastern United States. It winters in the West Indies, Central America and northern South America.
We know it’s spring in the Lowcountry when flashes of vivid yellow zoom by.
In the South Carolina swamps Prothonotary Warbler’s nest inside hollowed out Cypress Knees. Some local photographers here visit the same spot, and Cypress Knee, each year to grab a quick shot.
Their coloring make for difficult images. I’m sure there is a technical reason, and solution, I myself have no clue except ‘push the button’.
Caw Caw swamp, Ravenel, South Carolina.
A fun shot.
This Snowy Egret was inside some heavy brush and sneaking around. Probably more from habit than anything else.
A Spoonbill was sitting a few feet away just watching his antics, and not very amused.
Growing along the edge of a swamp.
I softened the one below a bit for a change of pace.
This Great Blue came by and the light made all the colors flat.
So, a monochrome instead.
I published this because it gives a good view of what a rookery is.
Behind the Great Egret is just a small portion of a tree. You can see numerous birds nesting or perched in the branches.
Not a planned shot, but still adds a little perspective.
This series has more shots than it should but it shows just how difficult it is for an adult Great Blue to feed a larger juvenile.
This is about the stage when an aggressive young bird can actually hurt an adult.
The next step is for adults to just fly in, drop food in the nest, and quickly leaving.
We jokingly call days like this a ‘Big Sky Day’.