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.
I was watching this snowy egret enjoying the seafood buffet in the salt marsh a while back.
First he ordered up appetizers: A nice fresh shrimp, a crunchy little crab, then a tasty minnow.
Finally the main course arrived, the catch of the day prepared just how he likes it, fresh out of the water.
You could tell he was quite excited with his meal too, as he got all fluffed up when it was served!
Normally when I see great blue herons fishing, they just wade right out into the water completely in the open. But when I saw this bird suddenly pop his head up out of the reeds in the salt marsh, I suspected he may have devised a new plan. Sure enough, he decided to go into full stealth mode.
The heron tiptoed his way slowly and carefully through the reeds stalking his prey like a sneaky predator. (anyone else come to mind when reading this description?) He tried one way, then reversed direction and tried the other way. Unfortunately this method did not appear to be a huge success, I never saw him catch any fish.
But I do have to give him credit for trying a new technique. Who knows? Maybe next time it will work perfectly!
Yesterday afternoon I spotted this juvenile bald eagle sitting in a pine tree along side the salt marsh. He looked to be maybe a two year bird, no signs of getting any white on his head yet.
He sat around just taking in the sights for a while when suddenly an impossibly bold mockingbird decided it might be a fun idea to dive bomb the eagle. Although the young eagle was clearly unimpressed, if the mockingbird’s strategy was to try to make the eagle leave the pine tree, it worked!
Within a few seconds the juvenile bald eagle jumped off from his branch and flew away. As he left, he flew so close by in front of me I could not fit all of him in my lens.
Yesterday afternoon we had 20-30 wood storks in the salt marsh feeding and flying around during low tide.
But this pair clearly stood out from the pack as they totally ignored the other storks and it became obvious they had a special connection. They were fishing together, they took time to carefully groom each other, and then they finally settled in for some quiet cuddle time.
Sometimes we say a wood stork has a face only a mother could love. Or…another wood stork. :-)