I rarely see bluebirds in the parks near my house. I’m sure they are around but I never seem to see them. I didn’t expect to see one singing on a dead pine tree at Possum Branch Preserve. This was a treat watching him pouring his heart out across the marsh.
The lone glossy ibis was still there, showing off his colors in the sunlight.
I looked down in the marsh and saw this. What was this purple gallinule doing?
Then I realized another one was coming out of the reeds and they started playing “leap frog” in the marsh. Those big yellow feet were such a contrast on top of her back. They did it twice before taking off in different directions. By now somewhere in that marsh is a purple gallinule nest. Here’s to hoping to see babies soon.
There’s always a lot of white peacock butterflies and bunnies here.
Linking to Saturday’s Critters