I went out yesterday morning hoping to get a picture of an Osprey. There was a nest quite far away–across the waterway–but I was hoping the birds would fly close by and I could get a few shots. They never flew close enough, so no good shots for me. On the way home, I stopped by a Purple Martin colony to watch the fledglings for a bit. After a little while, the father came by with a freshly-caught dragonfly. He put it into one fledgling’s mouth:
Apparently, it was not easy for the baby to eat the large dragonfly. The dad took it out of the baby’s mouth:
Then he shoved it in again:
This time, the baby was able to get the dragonfly down.
I was disappointed that I didn’t get any shots of the Osprey, but I love these pictures of the Martins. It’s so much fun watching all the fledglings around right now.
In my post yesterday, I identified one of the birds as a Black Skimmer. My apologies for the wrong id–that bird is actually a Forster’s Tern. And that is why I love connecting with other birders–I learn so much from them.
Have a great day!