We could see a few Wood Storks dropping down in a marsh just off the road. What luck, room to pull off the road and a clear view down this open area to a chaotic scene of feeding Wood Storks with a few smaller wading birds joined in.
The group was in constant motion and some took off for greener pastures, well beyond where we could see.
A few managed to sneak off on their own, busily working the water.
The rest just kept moving further down this outlet.
Timing is everything. When we passed back by this area an hour later there wasn’t a bird in sight.