I've always liked coots. I always photograph them when I see them, though never sure what aspect of cootness I am attempting to capture. It would help to have the sound too, for their broken-voiced tooting is a big part their essence.
This picture and the following were taken from a distance with the camera's magnification on maximum, and sans tripod were bound not to be crisp -- and so these will be relegated to the swelling "bad bird photos" category of posts. What I was trying to achieve was an image similar to what Claude Monet or some other impressionist painter harbouring a secret fondness for coots might have captured on canvas. I waited for the birds to swim in front of colourful fall foliage, which would be reflected in the water around them.