The sun was getting ready to dip below the horizon, and I had pretty much settled on ending the day photographing a pair of American coots in some beautiful golden light. Then out of nowhere this anhinga surfaced right in front of me with a rather large bluegill thrashing wildly from his beak.
Peak golden hour light painted the entire scene in rich gold as the bird flailed and twisted, trying to flip the fish into position. Every feather detail was glowing, and the water shimmered around him as he wrestled with his oversized catch. After a brief but dramatic struggle, he retreated to a shadowy corner to finish the job. It took him a bit, but he eventually managed to get it down. Definitely not the quiet ending to the evening I was expecting!
