A regular on the beach. About a year ago, this oystercatcher had some fishing line wrapped around his leg and was cutting off the circulation. Someone took a picture of it and posted it on Facebook and a team of people were able to catch him and get the line off. You can still see the ring around his leg just above his foot.
Not a regular but a once in a while visitor, the piping plover.
The great blue heron kept walking back and forth right behind this guy and kept getting closer. We finally got his attention and told him to turn around. By then the heron was too close for him to even get a shot.
Someone on the beach told me this was a merlin. He was across the marsh so this is extremely cropped. It could also be a cooper’s hawk. Anyone know which?
A kingfisher flew over my head with a fish stuck on his beak. She took off into the woods to enjoy her snack alone.
A juvenile night heron has a crab.
Oh no, he dropped it.
He got it back quickly.
And gulped it down fast before it could get away again.
A quiet but perfect morning in mid-September at Fort Desoto.
Look at all that jewelry the piping plover has on.
They are so tiny.
This one only has one anklet on. He looks sleepy. It was early in the morning.
This one has no jewelry on.
This one is a Wilson’s plover.
A sanderling stretching after a morning nap.
It was a quiet morning at Fort Desoto in early September. Not much on the beach but I was excited to see several piping plovers. We don’t see them here often. They must be migrating through. It was a 4 plover morning: Wilson’s, piping, semiplamated and black bellied. Now if only I had seen a snowy. I haven’t seen one there in years.
“What is that blue thing?” I asked the ruddy turnstone. “A piece of tourist trash’ was his response.
Tricolored heron creeping along the edge. He thinks he’s sneaking up on the fish.
Piping plovers in front of the sleeping red knots.
He’s so tiny.
A yawn and a big stretch from the oystercatcher.
A few marbled godwits were with the red knots.
A reddish egret guarding the “Keep out” signs.
Another oystercatcher along the water.
Up on the fishing pier, a flock of snowy egrets were waiting for the guy to drop his bait fish.
Nothing to unusual at the beach in mid-August. Piping plovers are pretty rare around here so those few were pretty exciting to see. They were all sleeping in front of the big flock of red knots. It was a beautiful Saturday morning but still not luck with sighting the brown booby that’s been seen there on and off for a while.