Dawn came with a silky stillness in the primordial air.
Gentle undulations rock the sea like a faint heartbeat, punctuated by the silent passage of egrets skimming the surface.
We glide up to herons, like this yellow-crowned night heron.
Way back in the marsh we saw a flash of peacock blues and greens. What on earth? It flew into the heavy mangrove tangle and walked from root to root, always keeping on the far side of vegetation, giving us only glimpses of a bird with a heron-like neck and bill but with a bulky, turkey-like, body. It cautiously peeked out at us, seemingly as curious about us as we were about it. I got a couple of shots in hopes of being able to key it out later. I succeeded in capturing the world's worst photos of the world's most beautiful bird - the Agami Heron. Click here for the world's best photos of this fabulous bird.
|I marked the tip of its beak with a purple arrow and its eye with a vertical arrow. Doesn't seem possible, does it? But you can see it again in the next shot.|
|And again vertical arrow marks the eye and the horizontal one marks the tip of the beak. The unusually long beak is one of the Agami's identifying characteristics.|
|The gloom of the tangled vegetation can't hide this lovely bird, but doesn't do much for the photo. :-(|