The sun was barely up on my first day home after the trip when I stepped out in the garden. Without even a cup of coffee. I just had to go see my feathered friends before starting a busy day. And he was right there. The Little Blue Heron, in a shady spot under the palm trees.
It was wonderful to be welcomed home by one of my friends from the salt marsh. The beach was quiet. And the rainwater “lake” was gone.
The salt marsh looked fresh and misty. And I saw the water levels were almost back to normal. Little islets stuck up from the water, just as they used to.
Most birds were still in their sleeping quarters, but Mama Sandy was already having her breakfast at the nest. She had a nasty wound on her left leg, but looked okay otherwise.
When I came closer, she greeted me in her typical straight forward, but friendly manner. I thought she even smiled.
I found the young Great Blue Heron (GBH) close to the osprey nest, as often is the case. He didn’t bother to look at me. He might be familiar with my view on his attacks on the nest earlier this year.
The Tri-colored Heron, who had temporarily moved elsewhere during the floods, was back home. She was happily hunting for her breakfast in the shallow waters.
And just when I was about to leave, Rosa, the Roseate Spoonbill flew in. It’s always nice to see her. And it looks like she might think the same about me 🙂
I continued my walk to the bay side, and marveled at the European Starlings greeting the sun on a lamp-post next to the park.
I decided to check if Papa Stanley would be at his resort. He was at home. Still sleeping when I arrived.
He soon discovered me and decided to pose for a photo shoot. A rare treat, and so very kind of him.
I thought he was quite handsome. That was a great home-coming.
I got another opportunity to get out for a quick walk this morning. I discovered that the “beach lake” had reemerged after yesterday’s short, but intense storm. Many birds were enjoying rainwater baths and the special menu the fresh waters had to offer.
And some, like this juvenile Black Skimmer, were just plain tired of all the excitement.
While the young GBH was frolicking at the “beach lake”, the older one, the Mayor, was back in charge at the salt marsh.
I bet he was not happy to see this illicit fisherman trying to capture the fish that belongs to the residents. I was not happy either.
I wished Sandy had been at the nest and given him a small lesson. But luckily, as soon as I started walking towards the park HQ, he packed his gear and left. Once he was gone, I came back to greet the Great and Snowy Egrets who were enjoying the sunshine in large numbers, and then walked back home.
So much excitement, as always, at the salt marsh. Thank you for coming along. We all wish you a wonderful weekend!