I’ve always considered myself a quilter who happens to like to take bird photos. And bug photos. And flower photos. And travel photos. But when we have a holiday get-together with family, I’m horrible about taking people pictures. I just forget.
Tuesday I made a visit to Paradise Pond and the Leonabelle Turnbull Birding Center (two different spots, only about 1/2 mile apart). I was so excited when I arrived at Paradise Pond because there were no other cars in the parking lot. That rarely happens. And when you have a number of people walking up and down the boardwalks, sometimes visiting with each other, you don’t see many birds up close.
I got to the end of the boardwalk and there’s a bench where you can sit, semi-shielded from the birds. You could hear the loud brwawk of the Black-Capped Night Herons. I could tell there was one really close, but I couldn’t see it. I sat on the bench, and waited. And waited. It was the first time I felt like a real birder.
And I was rewarded! A Night Heron flew down to a low branch, and stayed there for several minutes.
And a close-up shot of that red nocturnal eye (they hunt at night and rest in trees during the day):