
It was just me and my shadow out at the Dunedin marina early one morning in May.

A pelican was drying off on the post while a great blue heron looks on.

Another great blue heron was enjoying the quiet on the damaged dock.
A frigatebird was cruising high above.


I came to check on the osprey babies. They were not babies anymore. They were fully grown but still sitting on the nest.

One of the babies was flapping hard, working on his wing muscles.

Dad flew in and landed on a post nearby and started feasting on the big fish. He ate a good bit of it before taking it to the nest for the babies to finish with Mom.

The nearby purple martins were busy bringing in dragonflies to the babies.

Some were bringing in moths.

A female purple martin keeps an eye for her mate.

A few days later I took a walk down the neighborhood side street next to the marina. I heard what sounded like a baby woodpecker screaming right as the Dad came flying in with food. There were two babies in the tree and they were almost ready to leave the nest. I was bummed I only had my phone with me.
I stood there half hiding behind a bush for a while as both parents flew in with food. Those babies have a very distinct cry.
An anhinga was far back in a mangrove bush trying to tenderize his breakfast before swallowing it whole.
A house finch was singing for his mate on a sailboat mast.


