I came upon this Little Blue Heron inspecting the fluted trunk of a Cypress Tree.
Ah, a small frog snack.
In typical heron fashion the bird carried his prey around, squeezing tight.
Then, one gulp and it was gone.
I came upon this Little Blue Heron inspecting the fluted trunk of a Cypress Tree.
Ah, a small frog snack.
In typical heron fashion the bird carried his prey around, squeezing tight.
Then, one gulp and it was gone.
It’s. a wonder that they could walk through that murky water with the skinny legs. You captured the blue perfect
Thanks, Alice. It’s always fascinated me to watch them wade with no concern at all at what might be unseen below the surface!
Thanks for sharing this snippet of life (and death) in the swamp! I said swamp because of the swamp cypress but what do you call this wet area Ellen?
You’re welcome!
It’s actually a pond, man-made over a hundred years ago, as part of the grounds at Magnolia Plantation and Gardens. A swamp is technically a “forested wetland” so I’d say it qualifies as that, too, as there are trees standing in the water. There is also a small stand of bamboo on one side and another larger area of bamboo behind the pond, makes it all seem exotic. (When the mosquitos aren’t out!)
Great series, that was quite different from the norm with a Little Blue striking above its head instead of in the water!
Thanks, Donna! And it really hasn’t been warm enough for the frogs to be active so I was surprised. We’ve seen a few anoles out and about, but this was my first frog of the season.