I walked over to look at the "bog" section which during dry season isn't boggy at all. As I glanced up, I saw a Blue, B-52 bomber headed straight for me.
$*(#&)% WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM??? I exclaimed. As I turned, not 3 feet in front of me was a new fledgling, standing quite still. Ahhh, dad was on the ball. And I guess mom was too. Already building for brood three when brood two is JUST out of the nest.
FLEDGE DAY! So often missed as the babies quickly leave for parts unknown.