What looks to be the easiest of shots can be almost impossible. One I usually pass on.
Sun on the black bird adds artifacts in the image, wind blows the bird, or the reeds whip around with little or no breeze.
Two ‘passable’ shots here, and I’m done for the year.
Bear Island marshes.
They look almost delicate.
They can’t be given the fact of where they live.
Still, a stiff breeze might break them…
A few fun, interesting, shots of frisky Gallinules. No award winners, but these are birds you rarely see do anything other than run away.
It’s mating time so they are grabbing territory, chasing rivals, and of course the obvious.
They are common and just about everywhere so there was no shortage of disagreements. Lots of running on top of the water.
Above is the classic Moorhen fight, their huge toes now used to scare rivals off.
Random scenes, most chases and scrapes are over almost immediately.
This Roseate Spoonbill was part of a ‘pair’ strolling along a salt marsh.
Most interesting was his friend, it was a Tricolored Heron.
The Tricolor was a little shy, but he still followed behind the Spoonbill like a puppy.
An odd couple.
This just might be a new favorite.
The tide was moving, fish were schooling, and all the locals were looking for the last meal of the day.
Two Gulls and a Brown Pelican were gliding and hovering above the water. They could not have gotten any closer to each other without a crash.
The bird who managed a catch would be fighting the other two to keep it.
Most rookery photographs are from Egret and Heron locations. Wood Storks are typically nesting in remote places.
While this was taken in a Great Egret spot plenty of Wood Storks had moved in.
Rookeries always mean in flight opportunities, and low flight. Great for Wood Stork images.
A Tricolored Heron, but not showing off his best.
No privacy out there, even at bath time.
To me a photographs surrounding environment is just as important as the subject. You can’t always get beautiful backgrounds, but when you see one like this you grab the shot.
Unfortunately the Great Blue had a different idea and just as I shot, he jumped. However ultimately it made for a nice series.
A nice lift off, and then another Great Blue moves in right behind. This must be the best seat in town because the stump wasn’t empty for even a minute.
I stayed focused on the first bird in flight not taking any chances on missing everything being greedy, been there, done that.
I would have liked to catch both in the center frame though …