Wise people say that if you're feeling agitated, step outside and look up. I did and felt a spontaneous breath arise. I decided to take photos of the sky.
Looking east. I wondered if this is a contrail. Marc Holtsberg might know.
East.
As the rising sun warmly lit morning, I noticed that Lesley and I weren't the only ones looking up.
This is a Little Blue Heron - a one-year-old (so say the birders who know way more than I do). Little Blue's attention is caught by an Osprey making its call.
What Osprey? This one.
Did you wonder why Little Blue has white patches? They are feathers left from its juvenile molt into adulthood. Look HERE.
Anhinga looks up.
This one perches on a dead tree limb behind Tom and Jeanne's place.
WWI lets some dead tree trunks remain - that's so healthy for the habitat because they're a treasure trove of bird meals (insects), and 5-star nesting spots.
A Northern Mocking Bird.
A Bluejay.
Arriving home, I heard the Belted Kingfisher! I looked and clicked. More photos of the Kingfisher to come. But here, the Kingfisher with another flyer.
