Today I headed back to what is becoming a new favorite spot, Bear Island WMA and Donnelley WMA which are right next to each other. It was a cold start to the day… frigid cold. That’s why this Tricolored Heron isn’t doing much besides huddling for warmth.
I spent most of the morning with the birds on the water. I’m still not sure who was colder, me or them. Finally some sun broke through and the light got harsh. I ran into a shuffling Nine-banded Armadillo that I was able to get some photos of in the shade.
I am always amazed at how oblivious these animals are. The armadillo walked to within maybe 4 or 5 feet of me before it seemed to realize that I was there. It didn’t know what to make of me and went about searching for grubs and other food in the leaf litter. Eventually it decided it should check me out again and looked up one more time before resuming eating.
After a little while the armadillo left under a fence for more food. I continued on and walked a few trails that had been closed during the duck hunting season. There were a few ducks in some of the water, but the landscapes were what attracted me. A beautiful end to an exciting day.