We had another very low tide this morning, and the bay was lined with blue herons fishing for breakfast.  Using stealth tactics, I was able to get within 15 feet of one of the herons.  I took shot after shot and he paid me no mind at all.  In fact, he just kept working the shoreline, headed in my direction, until he was practically on top of me.  I think he was hoping I’d get out of his way. 

Eventually, my arms were shaking so badly from fatigue that I couldn’t steady the camera.  So, I decided to use a different muscle group and paddled across the bay to where some herons were fishing from the rocks.

The lighting wasn’t the greatest, so I decided to go looking for sandhill cranes. I checked out one of the coves that looked promising, paddling very slowly, trying to sneak up on them. I got really excited when I heard them calling.  But, they must have been way at the back of the cove, which is fronted by extensive drying flats, because I never saw them.  Oh, well.  Maybe tomorrow.

 I heard a bunch of crows squawking nearby and discovered they were harassing this poor eagle.

Not too far from the eagle, I spotted an eagle’s nest.  I couldn’t see any occupants, but maybe the nest belongs to that eagle.  

We’d noticed a couple of crab trap floats in the bay, but we figured they must have been abandoned.  Well, tonight the owner of those traps showed up, and it wasn’t just a couple of traps, but a whole string of traps.  And, the traps were full of crabs.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t get Al enthused enough to go to the trouble of launching the dinghy to set our trap.