Revisiting the St. Augustine Alligator Farm, I made a beeline for the rookery, hoping to see many roseate spoonbills as I had three years earlier. On my way there, though, I saw a yellow-crowned night heron in the same tree – maybe on the same branch – as before. For all I know, it was the same bird. Indeed, he/she may not have moved at all . . .
I must admit that the mouthful of feathers sort of bothers me. Bleah!
Needs to go to an avian dentist for a beak cleaning perhaps??
Jim – I was tempted to offer him (her?) a tissue . . .