Tricolored Herons seem to be around all the marsh areas I frequent this fall. I don’t remember that being the case other years.
This pond was dried out by management earlier this summer as work was done on the infrastructure. Now that the water has returned different vegetation is thriving.
A Little Blue Heron was poking his way along between some plants, some with pink flowers.
He had the place to himself and took his time; I didn’t see him catch any lunch.
I spotted several Little Blue Herons around the old rice field pond one recent morning. The first one was standing on a pile of vegetation debris out in the middle of the pond, staring intently at the water.
The next one found a fallen tree branch to his liking, although that pose with twisted legs doesn’t look that comfortable.
This final fellow was actively searching for lunch, slowly and deliberately plodding through the shallow water.
Egrets take turns watching the water stream by in this small outflow from one of the ponds at Magnolia Plantation into the Ashley River. It was near high tide when I took this image of a Snowy Egret holding court with the river lapping at the top of the retaining wall.
A Great Blue Heron was crossing back and forth over a pond, low over the water.
Finally, touch down!
Perhaps it was a bit deeper than he expected.
But not so deep his toes couldn’t touch.
This Tricolored Heron took advantage of a fallen tree that was hanging out over the pond to soak up some sun.
Just a few feet down the path I got a different colored background created by reflections in the water.
This bit of land has newly emerged in one of the old rice fields ponds after a dredging project around the edge. Various wading birds were quick to find it, like this Great Blue Heron on a recent afternoon.
White Ibis usually travel in groups but this one was by himself searching the edges of a small pond. There is a full tree canopy over the pond so not much direct light gets to the water, and the reflected light appears in lots of colors.
Back and forth he went with an occasional sweep of the water with his beak, hunting for food.
Reflections of some Cyprus Knees and a few dapples of sunlight changed the look of the water as the Ibis moved along.
A Little Blue Heron waded back and forth in a small, shallow pond, methodically hunting.
Occasionally he stabbed the water, without success as I watched.
Little Blues are all white when they hatch and around a year old start to transition to the full blue of adulthood.
From the other side of the pond I had a back-lit view of the Heron as he continued to hunt.
I was standing at the edge of a small pond when this Little Blue Heron landed in a tree above me. Surprisingly he stayed put even though several other folks walked underneath him, most without even noticing him.
With breeding season over the wading birds tend to ignore each other but this one had his eye on something, and was chatting about it.
Hmm, a big stare. I could hear an Anhinga also doing a bit of bird chat, too. I never expected it would be up even higher than the Little Blue, where he continued to stare.
When I moved on I finally spotted the Anghinga in the highest available spot looking out over a pond behind where the Little Blue Heron stood.