There's a name for this island, but I can't think of it right now. Tonight, we unofficially named it after a dear friend who is moving away. A small group celebrated before she drives off tomorrow. This is such an amazing place to be at sunset; all manner of wading birds fly in from their day jobs, wherever they may be, and perform all types of aerial acrobatics before they perch, squawking and arguing until dark, when they settle in and the frogs start up. We estimated 800 birds, but there are probably more.
In the spring, you can watch the parents sitting on eggs and feeding their slightly fuzzier, gawky young ones. Even tonight, one parent bird flew in -- her babies are as big as she is -- as she tried to feed them, it looked like they were choking her or trying to bite her neck in two!
She looked so regal when her two giant children weren't biting at her neck and beak!
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