Thursday, May 18, 2017

Easy pickings

In the Campbell River estuary, two-inch-long fish, salmon or trout, were schooling. A great blue heron stood in the shallows, enjoying a hearty lunch.

Caught another. His long crown feathers dance with each lunge.

Watching for the next bite.

From behind shrubs on the river bank, I approached, step by step. The heron ignored me until I had to step out from behind the last one. Then he stood, watching me, but never ceding his rich fishing spot. I retreated, and he went back to his meal.

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