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Found On A Dirt Road Trunk

This particular trunk is on a road most always closed off a bit further on. I think this water gate here regulates miles of marshlands. It’s a road easy to miss unless you know where it leads.

Taking the short trip down to the trunk usually gives an opportunity to photograph smaller wading birds. Fiddler crabs, by the millions, are on this cut.

Found On A Dirt Road Trunk
Found On A Dirt Road Trunk

When I walked towards the trunk I immediately missed all kinds of opportunities. Small and large Herons flew in all directions.

This Snowy did not, and gave me a chance not to leave empty handed.

Found On A Dirt Road Trunk
Found On A Dirt Road Trunk

A bigger surprise was the smaller Kingfisher watching from top of the trunk arms. Usually they are the first to leave. I didn’t walk any closer, it was obvious they had food here. No other reason to stay with me around.

Found On A Dirt Road Trunk
Found On A Dirt Road Trunk
Found On A Dirt Road Trunk
Found On A Dirt Road Trunk

Hurricane Ian had dropped some trees so I went back the way I came.

Besides, there was still the strange cloud cover around for landscape shots.

 

Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh

There wasn’t much light here. The birds were in a deep cut with tall reeds and a steep bank. There was no way I would pass this up though.

Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh
Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh
Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh
Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh

The young Roseate Spoonbill paid no attention to the Snowy. He just moved around him poking through the water.

Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh
Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh

They both keep an eye on me. I was even of less importance.

Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh
Egret, Spoonbill, In A Marsh

This is a good example of what you can found out in the Basin wildlife areas. Like any place some days are better than others, but how can you beat this… it was a slow day too LOL.

The ‘Old Man’ Of The Marsh

They walk slow, hunched over, and plod along. A bald head and wrinkles complete the picture.

They have been called ‘old men’ out in the marshes.

The 'Old Man' Of The Marsh
The ‘Old Man’ Of The Marsh
The 'Old Man' Of The Marsh
The ‘Old Man’ Of The Marsh

However, even the Alligators tend to give them space. Maybe they should be called ‘cranky old men’.

Wood Stork, ACE Basin, South Carolina.