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.
Some new Roseate Spoonbills arrived in the marsh pond this morning. Two adults were joined by several juveniles.
You can see how the adult is a deeper pink in color with a red “drip” on it’s shoulders, while the immature has whitish plumage tinged pale pink.
The anhinga is a water bird. It fishes by swimming under water and spearing a fish on the end of it’s sharp bill.
It then needs to shake the fish off it’s bill in order to eat it. So the anhinga will often flip the fish in mid air, catching it head down for easier swallowing.
Here’s a shot from Wed. morning.
The Little Blue Heron is all white as a juvenile. As it gets older it morphs into an in between stage on it’s way to becoming a mostly all blue adult. These I call “tweeners”. No longer all white, and not quite yet a solid color. They are a patchwork of blue and white at this phase.
I took this photo earlier this morning of a Great Egret standing on a small bit of land in the middle of a marsh pond where two alligators were relaxing in the sun.
A Roseate Spoonbill was fishing in the marsh pond this morning and was joined at one point by several Wood Storks. Sort of turned into a Beauty and the Beasts situation…Wood Storks have a face only a mother could love! When the Spoonie was done fishing in the area, it took off to try it’s luck elsewhere.
“Mornin’ Fred”
“Mornin’ Al”
“Another day another fish, huh”
“You said it pal”
A great blue heron and snowy egret appear to be passing each other on their way to “work” in the salt marsh.
Earlier this month I saw an osprey swoop down and pluck a fish out of the marsh pond. In the background of the first shot you can see, to the left of the group of wood storks, a “cinnamon head” avocet in breeding color.
This snowy egret seems to be giving directions to a juvenile white ibis in the salt marsh at low tide. “Keep heading straight and turn left at the next oyster bed. That’s where all the good fish are.”