These first three birds stay in the same neighborhood. They sort of give each other their own space to forge for food as each sees best. The first two very carefully watch every movement in the water with their sharp eyes and then use their beak as a spear. They get their insects one at a time.
The Roseate Spoonbill goes at it like a plow, blindly coming up with whatever happens to be caught in the spoonbill.
I never noticed these sand bags at the park until tonight.
This young yearling took a splashing bath and picked stuff out of his feathers until he was cleaned up.
And tomorrow night is the Harvest Moon, which comes around every Fall.