A few more from the past several days. 5D3, 100-400L @400mm.
These two moorhens are a breeding pair and have a nest up the canal around the bend and out of sight. Whenever I start fishing with Harry the Heron, several minutes later, one of the moorhens comes swimming towards us as fast as his little legs can go. I don't know how they know I'm here. So I throw him a chunk of bread, and he runs along the bank (very funny gait
) towards the nest, and then, halfway there, he jumps in the water and literally runs on the water (flapping his wings to keep just his body in the air). After 5 minutes, he or both of them return for seconds and thirds in the same manner. It is late afternoon and the sun is low behind the mountains, so the light is not optimal, but I tried to capture this ritual.