It was as perfect a day as days can get for lunch and a walk in the park. And, we didn’t waste it. This grill was in front of our parking space
Looks as though there was some excitement at this picnic grill recently. Having seen all the stuff people put in barbecue grills up in Big Creek, I surmise that it could have been just about anything.
For some reason, I can never remember the name of Limpkin. We see several every time we take a walk in the park and then have to look it up again. Limpkin. Limpkin. Limpkin.
There were three or four of what I call odd ducks roosted at the water’s edge. Surely there is some Mallard in there.
This Purple Gallinule walking across lily pads was most entertaining. By the time it disappeared into the grasses, it was running.
The Red Heron, not to be confused with a red herring, looks a lot like a Little Blue Heron, except for the red neck and head.
A Great Blue Heron was standing majestically along the shore as we walked by so, of course, I took some photos. The most interesting one was when it stopped being majestic and scratched its chin.
The Gallinules were abundant and active today. Their feathers were iridescent in the bright sunshine.
I saw this egret catch a frog. Swallowing the frog was a different story. We stood and watched for a long while as the egret seemed to have succeeded only to spit it back out and start over.
The problem seemed to be the frog’s front legs which kept sticking out at the top of the egret’s beak.
It was a dexterous trick to spit the frog out and flip it around to a different position.
The egret’s throat was bulged out. I was feeling a great deal of pity for the poor frog. I hoped it was dead early on.
Poor frog. We watched it go in and out of the egret’s mouth until we got tired of standing there. We walked on and did not see whether the egret ever got its lunch down to its stomach or not.
I have never seen a gallinule with wings spread like this. This photo will make a great addition to my bird-butt collection.
There must have been some pest annoying it. We saw a lot of flapping and scratching before moving on.
The red heron was just a shiver of feathers the moment before I snapped this picture.
At one point a gallinule seemed to be fussing at us as we began to cross a bridge. Then I spotted a nest in the weeds. There were at least two black fuzz balls in there, but I could not get a good picture of them. Ah, spring! I love babies.
On the far side of the bridge, a newly-hatched Common Gallinule/Common Moorhen was out of the nest and on the lawn. Two siblings were at the edge of the nest, not quite ready to conquer the grass.
It is about the size of a newly-hatched chicken.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a turtle with so much moss on its shell.
Some water lilies at the edge of the lake are in such shallow water that the flowers do not sit on the surface. This one was about a foot above the water.