At sunrise this morning there were at least ONE HUNDRED pelicans harvesting breakfast in a long line in the shallow waters of the warm Atlantic Ocean. I had to be super quiet as in the past the repositioning of my camera could be enough to spook them into a mass exodus of flutter and feather. The last thing I want to do is disturb any of the wildlife I encounter. I was lounging back on the waters’ edge, on a bed of soft moist seagrass, watching the rays rise and a pair of does grazing, blending in rather nicely, when I noticed the birds floating around the edge of the enclave coming towards me. I saw diving head first, with speed, into the water and collective gathering behavior. Lots of clacking, splashing and the sound of a camera click clicking away, as if it had a mind of its own and was directing me in its excitement and enthusiasm.
