The sun was already above the horizon when I got up. I looked out of the tent. Just a few coots were moving in some distance. Having breakfast, doing some reading, but still nothing happened. So I decided to pack my things in the tent. When I looked out again I saw my first guest: a cormorant was drying its wings on a dried branch:
The next moment I caught sight of a squacco heron on another branch:
It has observed something in the water and became more and more interested in it. The hunting has begun:
Its neck began to stretch:
It stretched ...:
... and stretched ...:
... and when you would think it can't stretch any further, it can!
The moment before shooting out its neck:
And finally shooting out:
The wind has made an interesting plumage for it:
Then another squacco appeared:
It has seen something as well:
And began to stretch:
Like a snake:
But suddenly it has calmed down. It seems that the prey has escaped:
Stretching one of its wings:
Then preening:
After that the coots came. First the youngs then the adult. I climbed onto a branch:
It rested and preened for a while then it left together with the youngs.
One of the squaccos flew a bit further and managed to catch a small fish:
The cormorant was still preening ...:
... and scratching itself for long:
The it was disturbed by coming boat and flew off. My time has passed as well so I packed my things and left for the harbor.
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