While visiting with two fishermen from Maryland on the bank of the Henrys Fork near Last Chance, we watched as an Osprey came flying down the river.
We watched as the fishing bird started sallying in the air, locating a fish and dove for it. Completely submerged, it struggled out of water, with a fish in its talons, which caused one of the fishermen to say, “It was more successful than we were last night.”
The fishermen left as the bird consumed the fish on a fence post, and I continued to look for more birds. While looking at some gulls at a log jam, I noticed a movement on one of the logs.
The movement turned out to be an immature black-crowned night heron harvesting a small fish in the shallows. Studying the log jam more closely, I finally found another young heron along with the two