It was barely past low tide and the mud banks of the Neck River and Bailey Creek were exposed to their fullest and no one had proceeded us up either waterway - wildlife would be where wildlife should be.
The Osprey were especially active, the adults busy hunting in order to feed the two or three chicks that were still in each nest. The chicks have all gotten past the "hiding in the nest" phase and stand out in plain view, their colors nearly that of an adult except for speckling on the darker regions. They vocalize and occasionally flap wings, but they aren't ready to fly yet, and they don't leave the nest until they can.
|The little blue heron|