Edge of a Rookery, Okefenokee Swamp, April 28, 2021
A Little Blue Heron was looking around the swamp first thing in the morning.
Then he ruffled himself up…
… and shook himself out.
Now, ready to roll!
Little Blue Herons don’t care if they can’t see into the water where they hunt.
This one was poking along; if he got something to eat it was very tiny.
A Little Blue Heron perched above the pond on an on an outstretched branch that shows signs of spring.
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.
Back and forth, this Little Blue Heron was working the perimeter of a small pond.
We’ve had a tremendous amount of rain the last ten days and water is pushing up and even overflowing many pond edges, giving these birds the shallow water they prefer for hunting.
Add that it was a bit warmer and thousands of minnows were zooming around in the water and the Little Blue had a great hunting ground. Even with all that bounty he was slow and methodical, sticking to his process.
At the darkest point of winter the end of my favorite pond where much of the Great Blue Heron nesting activity is in shadows while the Herons are still working at attracting mates.
The White Ibis wasn’t impressed with the song and decided to move on.
The GBH remained hopeful, long feathers up.
I moved a bit further on, and the ritual began again.
January 3, 2021
A Little Blue Heron sizing up a cherub statue …who can stand still longer?
The Little Blue Heron blinked.
A wider view of the Long White Bridge, the cherub reflecting underneath.
November 2020, Magnolia Plantation and Gardens
A Little Blue Heron was looking dapper beyond some swaying Spanish Moss.
The thick grass at the pond edge made a nice backdrop.
Some of this year’s juvenile Little Blue Herons are still hanging around the swamp, now on their own. The parents have moved on, no longer providing meals.
I was not expecting him to fly and he almost flew out of my frame. I liked the fall-ish background so kept the image even without much leading space in front of the bird.
He didn’t go very far and when I rounded a corner on the trail he was in front of me again.