I walked up to the north beach marsh at Fort Desoto in late March. Up ahead, I could see at least 9 photographers on the ground taking pictures of something. As I closer, I realized it was the above spoonbill. The only bird on the beach, besides a few gulls.
I left everyone and headed to the roped off sanctuary farther south and found a few birds there. The ibis above was gulping down tiny crabs.
The tricolored heron was downing a few minnows.
I didn’t see the snowy egrets get anything. They just kept creeping around.
The little blue heron was catching a lot of fish.
It was a perfect morning but almost no birds. Several of the photographers had come from up north and were struggling to find birds to take pictures of. To sort-of quote Forest Gump “Fort Desoto is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.” To quote a local birder “You won’t know if you don’t go”. Sometimes it’s just nice being out.