For several years I’ve made trips to Fort De Soto in the spring, hoping to find a fully molted Black-bellied Plover. During my quest for a black belly, I’ve photographed the plovers in all stages of molt: their gray winter colors, the first hints of black on their tummies, a partially black tummy and face, and finally a pitch-black tummy with black-and-white face. Most of my photographer friends tell me I’m too picky. “The bird looks black to me!” Well, when I visited Fort De Soto two weekends ago, I finally found a couple of plovers that were blacker than I’d ever seen. Was my quest for a black belly complete?
This plover was one of the first birds I saw that morning. The sun was just starting to peek up over the horizon, and most of Fort De Soto’s North Beach was still in shade. This little Black-bellied Plover ran along the waves, digging in the sand for his breakfast. He looked pretty in the shadow, but when the sun lit him, he looked even better…
This bird is looking pretty black, but if you look tot he left of his eye, his feathers still show hints of white. He was definitely blacker than the blackest bird I’d seen last year. He obligingly stayed in one spot for long enough for me to make several images. As a comparison, the bird below is clearly still molting, and you can see larger patches of white showing through his black. He still has a little bit of work to do to attain the full color that will impress his lady friends!
A little while later, while I sat photographing the Least Terns and their courtship rituals, I spotted the blackest plover I’d ever seen. He was scurrying along the beach, and he stopped to say hello to a plover who was nowhere near his full molt. Look at the differences between these birds.
As I didn’t want to disturb the Least Terns, I silently begged the Black-bellied Plover to come closer. Usually birds don’t listen to me when I ask them to do things, but this one did! Actually he came too close for me to focus. What a nice bird! He showed off his midnight-black tummy and face to me and told me that he’s all ready to fly to Alaska to raise a family. Doesn’t he look spiffy?
Actually, if you look to the left of his eye again, you’ll see that there’s a tiny tiny patch that is still not midnight black. So I think there’s still room for improvement next year! The ongoing quest for a black belly is one of the many things that makes it fun to keep going back. You always see something new or different. Someone once said that you could photograph a Great Blue Heron every day for a year and you’d tell a different story with each image. That’s absolutely true!
These little plovers look small but they are tough. I caught them on their last few days in Florida (these pictures were taken on May 9). By now, just two weeks later, they have flown halfway across the world to the farthest northern regions of Canada, where they make their nests in the Arctic tundra. But here’s what totally amazes me. In just three or four short months, the plovers will be back on the beaches of Florida. It’s a long way to fly for such a short stay! I think that’s what keeps me intrigued about bird photography. The birds are a constant source of amazement, inspiration, and wonder. :)