Evening In The Marsh
Yesterday evening we had our resident dysfunctional loner spoonbill Mr. Cranky Pants feeding in the salt marsh by himself. We saw four or five other spoonbills fly over, but none stopped once they saw who was down there. I guess they decided it’s easier to just avoid their grumpy friend altogether. He did manage to get along OK with a wood stork, so it looks like it’s mostly members of his own species that he has issues with. In any case though, I’m happy he is sticking around. I’m thinking the other spoonbills…not so happy. In the last photo he’s flying off to roost for the night, back lit by setting sunlight.