I previously worked as a news and sports photographer. Recently I have been enjoying wildlife photography. My approach toward bird photos is similar to sports photography. I attempt to capture mostly action and hopefully a unique perspective.
This past week I was watching a cormorant fishing in the salt marsh. Two or three times he took off to go fish a bit farther down, and each time it took him longer to get started. He could barely get airborne. I guess once they get good and wet they also get heavier which means it takes a while to get going.
Plus…they have to do that hop, skip, and jump technique before they can even think about taking flight. That’s where all the extra required runway comes in handy.
We were watching our young pink visitor as he was playing in the salt marsh this afternoon with some of his little snowy egret friends.
But…after a short while it was time for spoonie to leave and check out other areas. Perhaps he’s looking for some family members that previously departed for the season. Even the wood storks are not as much fun as they used to be.
This is our last lone holdout and maybe he is getting lonely…
Well we still have one lone spoonbill hanging around the marsh area. Great to have one in November. The record was in 2009 when we had two or three still around until the end of Nov., don’t know how long this guy will stay but we are hoping he goes for a new all time record!
Obviously plenty to eat, I watched him snap up several small fish and shrimp so he has a reason to stay.
A cormorant makes a hasty departure from the salt marsh earlier this week.
I was watching this guy fish for a little while. They are super fast swimmers under water and can be tough to track. They go under in one spot and surface seconds later 60 feet away. Plus they are fast eaters, unlike the anhingas who need to flip a caught fish off their bills. Cormorants grab and eat very quickly.
Late this afternoon I was watching a great blue heron relaxing along the edge of the salt marsh. I never saw him go in to fish, he just seemed to be soaking up the sunshine alligator style.
Suddenly he got this odd look on his face, twisted around, stretched out and squawked loudly. Then he got himself all fluffed up and that was it. Demonstration over. Mr. A was floating around in the water nearby but he was there all day and the heron never seemed to care.
So I’m not at all sure what brought all this on.