There is nothing halfway about Ospreys.
Working on the photo album for this season, so many more amazing images to come soon! 😉
It was a warm June morning and I was out early at Red River Creek.
In search of baby Black Ducks.
Passing by our familiar childhood herring run, something caught my eye.
Best of all, the angle of the morning sun seemed to be in my favor, giving me a bit of time to watch undetected.
Oh yes, a much better spot to look for something moving in the shallow water below!
And through my lens I could see tiny white feathers, freshly pulled, being released from the Snowy’s bill….
Doing what Snowies probably do every morning – taking a bath, getting ready for some breakfast.
Yet this morning, this Snowy gave me such a gift.
One I’ll never forget.
Leaving those soft, glorious feathers right where they belong.
And with the birds. ❤
Related post, Hats and Horses blog, “For the Birds”
I had my first sighting yesterday of a glorious new bird that has now utterly captured my imagination.
I was up on what I call “Osprey Hill” photographing fledgling ospreys as they practiced their aerial maneuvers near one of the nests.
Just as I was leaving the Hill I spotted a nice group of Snowies and Great Egrets out in the tidal pools below, fishing.
But there was something different about this group – a much darker wading bird was among them!
But it was about to get so much better.
I also came upon a lovely pair of them when I was heading back to my car at Forest Beach marsh.
Their scientific name, Plegadis falcinellus, is derived from the Ancient Green and Latin words meaning “sickle”, which is certainly easy to understand why!
And although they appear black in the distance or in shadows, their bodies are actually a deep chestnut color with iridescent green-purple-metallic wings and tail, reddish-brown neck, brown legs and feet.
These were backlit when I saw them, but I could see flashes of color as I clicked away madly on my camera.
Those on Atlantic Coast live mainly in Florida and Louisiana, however I’ve learned that they sometimes breed here on Monomoy Island and are occasional visitors in spring and late summer in our mainland salt marshes as well.
I couldn’t help but notice that one of our resident crows was none too happy to pose with these statuesque dark birds.
But one thing’s for certain.
There’s but one word to describe how I feel right now, and that is SWOON…
I’ve been wondering lately, what IS it about me and the birds?
Every chance I get, I am out with them.
Following these amazing fellow creatures of wings and bills with so much beauty, so much heart.
Yet lately I’ve been questioning all the TIME I am putting into it – not to mention the memory cards. 😉
Then this morning, I came upon a tiny Song Sparrow in the road.
I walked past the sparrow, and he didn’t move.
He was just standing there. Looking at me, beside the arrow.
Except now the arrow was pointing the other way, and he was in front of it.
Follow me, follow me, come this way, THIS way.
And it was clear he wasn’t going to take “No” for an answer. 😉
Photographing this little guy, and so many others.
For moments like these. ❤