The Orlando Wetlands held lots of surprises from nesting Great Egrets, Sandhill Cranes, and Roseate Spoonbills to a resting Barred Owl! On our last morning at the Wetlands, we decided to take the Bird Loop. We passed a friendly birdwatcher who told us that a Barred Owl was perched on a willow tree down the trail so we ventured down and there he was in plain view, on his day roost in the midst of a twiggy tree.
Yesterday was our last day at Orlando Wetlands. What a marvelous experience it was. So many birds. So many photographic opportunities. On our morning walk, as we took the 2 mile Bird Loop, we came across a pair of Sandhill Cranes, constructing a nest just off the trail. We stood a respectful distance away from the pair, photographing their efforts when suddenly, both birds stopped what they were doing and walked up to the road near where we were standing and proceeded to cross the road. As they crossed, they approached us closely, seemingly unconcerned about our presence, and giving us a close encounter we did not expect. We backed away but they were so close I was still able to get some fun headshots of each bird.
I am utterly charmed by this Roseate Spoonbill pair at the Orlando Wetlands. Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours photographing them. Their interactions are delightful to watch. Of course I’m looking at their relationship anthropomorphically but that is always a tempting way to relate to wild nature. Yesterday they worked together to upgrade their nest. In the first image they seem to be compromising about placement of the stick. In the second, it was sweet to see them working in tandem, both working to guide it into place. They did this while one of the birds continued to incubate the chicks. There are now 3 chicks that have hatched in the nest. Tomorrow is our last day at the Wetlands. I’m excited to see what tomorrow brings.
Yesterday was a great day to be at the Orlando Wetlands in Florida. The Rookery is filled with nesting Wood Storks, Great Blue Herons, Great Egrets, and yes, those beautifully colored but homely Roseate Spoonbills. A Spoonbill nest there has one recently hatched chick and possibly unhatched eggs. As I watched, the nest’s adult pair of Roseate Spoonbills seemed to disagree about the placement of a large curved stick and each one separately and then together tried to maneuver the awkward stick to a place agreeable to both. Eventually, the stick either fell or was dropped out of the nest. After this lengthy exercise, the “exchange” took place. The sitting bird (male and female adults look the same) got off the nest and the flew off while the second bird settled onto the nest to continue incubating the hatched chick and any remaining eggs. The first Spoonbill flew a few yards to the an islet in the shallow pond beneath the rookery and proceeded to bathe enthusiastically for quite some time. It was a joy to share this experience with that uninhibited Spoonbill.
Yesterday, Merlin Bird ID said my bird of the day was the Glossy Ibis. That was not the case. My bird of the day was the Limpkin! The Limpkin is larger than an Ibis and looks similar in flight but the coloring is different and they apparently aren’t closely related. We had expected to start our Florida trip at the Orlando Wetlands which surprisingly (to us anyway) is closed on Mondays. Plan B took us to an area that was filled with Limpkins. And in the afternoon, we found more Limpkins. Limpkins eat primarily snails and small clams. In the second shot, the Limpkin has a small clam, complete with what appears to be nori to complement its sushi meal.
Saturday morning I arrived at the Ferrari Pond Trail just at sunrise. As I walked along the trail, I kept my eyes peeled so I wouldn’t miss anything in the dim light. As I looked from side to side, I noticed a dark shape on a rock. It was a Red-tailed Hawk and the hawk had just captured a vole. I watched and photographed for quite a while as the hawk consumed the unlucky creature. After it had consumed every morsel, the hawk flew to a nearby tree where it proceeded to strop its beak on a bare twig. It was fascinating to watch the entire process. This is the same young Red-tailed Hawk that has been frequenting the trail for a few weeks. When I moved closer, the hawk didn’t mind so I took quite a few head shots as the sun rose above the horizon. The sun, the clouds, and the horizon are all reflected in the hawk’s eye.
The other morning, Mr. and Mrs. Merganser were paddling around Angler’s Cove, disappearing briefly as they dove under water, then emerging again. Only the female Hooded Merganser had raised her crest. They swam in circles for a brief time, then turned and disappeared under the Ingram Parkway bridge. Last spring they had chicks. I’m looking forward to photographing their chicks here soon.
And, “you’ll never break, never break, never break, never break this heart of stone, oh, no, no, no.” So sang Mick Jagger in 1964. Sixty-two years later, a heart of stone appeared through the snow at The Brink of Upper Falls in the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. I could hear Mick’s voice singing in the back of my mind as I was photographing this ephemeral heart. Maybe you can’t break it, but you can melt it. Happy Valentine’s Day!
The White-crowned Sparrows seem to be everywhere right now. They’re foraging in my backyard and spending time along the Ferrari Pond Trail. This one had a stare-down with my camera lens.
Tuesday was my last chance at getting decent photographs of my Lily Magnolia. When I arrived home from my last trip less than two weeks ago, I was surprised to see it fully budded and bursting into bloom even though it was still January. The weather was bright and sunny in the following days causing almost all of the blooms open. Then, as the weather began to change and the breezes quickened, just as suddenly, the petals were pummeled and dropping off onto the ground. Yesterday and today, intermittent rain dropped more petals. There are almost as many petals now on the ground surrounding the tree as remain on it. This was one of the last few flowers just beginning to open when I went out Tuesday. It was too breezy to try focus stacking so I went with a single shot.
Phoebes are flycatchers and this Black Phoebe is waiting and watching for flies in the meadow along Ferrari Pond Trail in Lincoln. Phoebes will sit still on an exposed twig and when a fly is near, they will fly up, capture (usually) the unsuspecting insect, and land back on the perch. Almost every morning when I arrive, a Black Phoebe or two flit among the branches near the parking lot. I don’t usually photograph them there because there is no clear shot of them, too many twigs and branches in the way. Out on the meadow, the dried grasses make the perfect background.
The Snowy Egrets at the Salt Pond are stark white and stand out from the blue water, an intense blue from the blue skies reflected on it. We’ve had a few days of bright, sunny weather after weeks of gloomy fog so the blue skies and blue waters are welcome. So are the Snowy Egrets that have returned to the Salt Pond to hunt, swishing their feet in the shallow waters to stir up prey.
The Salt Pond along the Ferrari Pond Trail has water in it and that is bringing in water fowl and shorebirds. An American White Pelican even flapped down into it the other day. The male Cinnamon and Green-winged Teals are showing signs of territorial prerogative, chasing after any perceived competitors as the females paddle idly about, ignoring the splashing antics of the males. The male Cinnamon Teals are strikingly colored, especially in the early morning sun and their bright red eyes make a startling accent. This male has been dipping beneath the surface in search of something to eat so the water drops have beaded on and his head and a single drop falls from his beak.
A River Otter, relaxed and chill on a very sunny afternoon in Yellowstone last week, watched us from the edge of a pond. As we watched, it lay flat and slid through the snow. It was either playing or attempting to scratch an itch. After several minutes of frolicking, it slid into the water and swam across the pond. Then it disappeared from view into a safe hiding place on the shore.
For such a tiny bird, the adorable Oak Titmouse has a big sound. Yesterday along the Ferrari Pond Trail, we could hear a consistent chirping, the distinct call of the Oak Titmouse, long before we saw it. At the end of the trail, there it was, perched in a leafless fruit tree chattering away. With its distinctive top knot and continuous calling, it is easy to identify.
A Red-tailed Hawk has been frequenting the trees along Ferrari Pond Trail in Lincoln. It’s been there for a few weeks, off and on, not concerned about the proximity of walkers (and photographers) nearby. A couple of days ago, it perched atop a Coast Redwood Tree.
This GBH (AKA Great Blue Heron) seemed frozen in place the other morning at Angler’s Cove. Poised and alert to pounce when something passed, the bird didn’t move for at least ten minutes. I kept focused the whole time, thinking it would dip into the water and emerge with a crawfish or something else but the GBH’s attention span outlasted mine. I finally gave up and left it standing, still frozen in place.
With his perky topknot and feathers puffed up to guard against the chilly air, this California Quail perched on a bramble of blackberry vine off the Ferrari Pond Trail yesterday morning. The California Quail is California’s state bird. It wasn’t until I moved to Lincoln that I have seen this bird regularly, and not just with fleeting glances as they disappear into the shrubbery but perched, like this male, highly visible. I had never photographed a California Quail until I moved here, either. Now, I see them often and frequently get chances to photograph the males as they survey their territory.
In winter, Yellowstone National Park opens to snow coaches at 7 AM while it is still dark. On the freshly groomed roads, headlights reveal what critters may have crossed it in the night offering a tantalizing suggestion for what the day might bring. But before the morning light reveals any critters, a pullout past the 7 Mile Bridge along the Madison River offers the first glimpse of light and color that promises a great day ahead. Mist rising from the river as the cold air hits the warmer water creates a classic Yellowstone sunrise.
For me, it’s always a thrill to photograph a majestic Bald Eagle, our national symbol, especially in Yellowstone National Park, our first national park. A few days ago in Yellowstone, as we returned from a stop at the Mud Volcano and Dragon’s Mouth Spring, this mature Bald Eagle perched on the top of a dead tree just above Sulphur Caldron. We shot through the open door of the Snow Coach with an unobstructed view of the bird and with a perfect background, while the steam spewed from Sulphur Caldron completely obscuring the bird at times and then quickly revealing it again.