It’s always amazing what you notice when you sit out back for a while with your camera. Yesterday I noticed this very handsome fella out there, and Merlin said it was a juvenile Pied-billed Grebe. There were at least three of them actually, small, a duck that dives totally underwater to hunt for food.That photo is from yesterday, and this next photo is from today…I’m sure he felt as if he’d won the lottery with that bullfrog, and just as in life, his fellow juvenile Pied-billed Grebes were bearing down on him for a piece of the action. He was able to get away, not so for the frog. Grebe-1, frog-0.
The Sandhill cranes kept the babies at the lake today, although they did seem to explore the yard of the house across the street. I expect them to be gone all day tomorrow, and to return later on in the afternoon. I’m sure I won’t be able to resist watching, and for once I’d be happy to be wrong.Having read about the hunting skills of the Tri-color Heron I was surprised that this one was allowed to be in the same general area as the new family. I did see one of the adult crane lunging down into the grass pursuing something. A friend had said to watch out for snakes getting the babies, and that’s exactly what came to mind when I saw him chasing something. Then when it was time to head to the nest Dad (I think) flew over and cleared all the interlopers off the island, and he returned to the side and all four made their way home for the night.