A green heron made the mistake of landing on the old purple martin birdhouse. Though the top floor of the birdhouse has suffered the ravages of Hurricane Ike and time, the ground floor is still occupied by nesting birds. The heron had scarcely landed when the purple martins began dive bombing him. It only took about a minute for him to decide it was time to move on.
A cormorant made an unusual stop at the watering hole today. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen one anywhere close to the bulkhead, but with the old pier gone, the bird found a new place to hang while drying out its wings.
We have an ID on the black bird at the wetlands. It’s a red-winged blackbird, one of the most abundant birds in North America. The males of the species sport a bright red and yellow shoulder patch highlighted against shiny, black feathers; the females are not nearly so flashy, resembling a large sparrow with brown, streaky coloring. Sometimes, nature just isn’t fair.