First we located Rosy Spoonbill "dipping for her dinner."
"Maybe there's a fish, or a succulent morsel of some kind, here just below the surface. If I skim around like this for it, I just might find it."
"Just kidding. As you can see, I was actually scraping the bottom."
"What do you mean, you think I have a big nose? Just think, I could have been called a knife-and-fork-bill. THAT would have been a sight!"
Say, what's that sitting in the tree over on the other side of the pond?
Looks like some kind of small brown bird! I wonder if we could zoom in closer and see what it is.
Well, it certainly doesn't look very happy.
Oh, there! It's getting ready to fly. We'll get a better look at it in the air.
Look at the wind whipping up the hair, er... feathers on its head! What a weird-looking, oddly proportioned bird!
(Of course, it's probably thinking how oddly proportioned we humans are.)