While walking along Silver River, I watched an Anhinga that sat on a branch just over the water. Obviously he saw a lot of people, I moved slowly and he stayed put. Suddenly he turned, looked right at me, moving his head back and forth.
Then, he put his neck up and head back, and began calling loudly. I took several photographs as he called. Then I started hearing an answer.
Karl looked around and pointed toward the other part of the river, in the middle. Sure enough, someone answered.
We watched the conversation for a minute or two, then both Anhingas settled back to their respective branches, apparently have passed along whatever information they needed.
Hmmm…since he looked right at me before, was it a comment on my hair? my outfit?