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.
Yesterday evening was the last Loggerhead Turtle Inventory at the beach close to the marsh. It’s an amazing process to watch! Three days ago this nest hatched and now the naturalists can start the inventory. First, they carefully dig into the nest to count how many eggs hatched, how many eggs did not hatch and they also check to see if there are any live babies who haven’t climbed out yet. If they do find a live turtle, it is lifted gently out of the nest and placed on the sand directly facing the ocean…covered in sand it is then up to the little baby to find his own way to the water. The turtle’s eyes are very sensitive to light, and the light shining on the water is what guides it on it’s first steps to the ocean.
We were so fortunate that one little baby remained in the nest and we were able to share his (or her!) very determined first baby steps on a long and distant journey…”Hello world, here I come!!!” We wish you well little one…
Yesterday morning we were watching this alligator make it’s way around the salt marsh at low tide. What that really ended up being was a slog through the mud while waiting for the tide to come in bringing fish with it. However, the ever alert gator will always jump on any opportunity that comes his way. In this case the alligator spotted a crab that thought it was safely hidden deep down in the mud. It turned into a bad morning for crabby who was not as hidden as he thought, and was promptly scooped up and crunched by our pal Mr. Gator. After that, it was time to continue on through the mud and head into the shallow water that was beginning to accumulate with the rising tide.
This past weekend we were surprised by a fascinating and unusual event in the salt marsh. A huge number of great and snowy egrets, white ibis, and wood storks all converged in one small area during low tide and began a feeding frenzy on the small fish which were jumping everywhere. Fights, arguments, and disagreements broke out all over, especially when one bird caught a fish. The squawking was continuous and incredibly loud which added to the frenetic nature of the event which lasted for over an hour.