It was late afternoon on a gloomy day when I spotted a Bald Eagle perched above the pond, facing away from the water.

The mate appeared, quietly, while I wasn’t looking.

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 saw a flock of White Ibis at the far end of the pond, sitting very pretty in a tree with red buds. They stayed put until I got a bit closer, but my hoped for image of a single white bird surrounded by red wasn’t to be.

On my way to the back of the pond I spotted a single Ibis that was on a limb hanging over the water. There were a few colorful buds on that tree, but the bird seemed determined to keep his face shaded.

Then a few feet away another Ibis right over the path, showing off his feet and with sun on his face.
