There is a new batch of Moorhen chicks in the salt marsh. I discovered them first about three weeks ago. They are truly the most difficult bunch to get to pose for camera, thanks to their protective mom. They’re hiding in the high grass and under the trees and bushes at the edge of water.
I have gotten stiff branches in my face many times and almost fallen into the shallow water when trying to catch a clear sight of these little chicks. Acrobatic skills required my friends.
When they first came out of the nest for short adventures between the small islands, they were round, black fur balls.
Then a week ago I spotted them again. They had started their transformation into teenagers. You know, different hair and changes all over. Coupled with an attitude.
They adventured out on their own, but as soon as mama Moorhen was out of sight they got anxious and very loud.
Then a couple of days ago I saw them again…exploring the world on their own. And discovering themselves too…marveling at their huge feet.
Needless to say they were quite amusing to watch. They were still very small, less than half of the size of their mom, but already starting to lose their fluffy baby feathers.
Please don’t get me wrong. They are still very cute. And a photo is worth every scratch on my legs and bur in my socks. ❤ Tiny