I visited the rookery yesterday and found nest after nest of what appeared to be nearly full grown wood storks, mostly standing at attention. Waiting for what I wonder, mom to feed them? I love the expression on the face of the younger one in the feature photo, I think they are still my favorite babies. I think this egret mother takes her life in her hands when she shows up to feed her babies. They tackle her, it doesn’t look pleasant, for mom at least.
The cattle egret babies are growing too. Without an adult on the nest with them it took me a minute to realize which nest was theirs. 
A friend told me that the wood storks have taken over this rookery, it wasn’t always this way. I lived in the area for 10 years before I ever knew that it was there, and now I have to wonder what happens at the end of the season. I’ve been headed north by this time the last two years in a row, so I guess I flew the coop before they did. Do they all just fly off one day? I’ve stopped out of curiosity when it isn’t breeding season and there wasn’t a single bird around at all. It would be fun to see all those big babies start flapping their wings and taking off, but so far I haven’t seen any practicing. I’m just as bad. I feel like flapping my wings and taking off too, but can’t seem to make a plan.
My old friend says that the secret to life is to never make a plan, then everything is always going according to plan. I wonder how his life might have changed if he had had a plan. And my life looks nothing like I ever thought it might despite all the plans I made for myself over the years. I feel like I should say something profound right about now, but I haven’t got a clue. Just letting the days pass…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 