Monday, August 24, 2009

A heron moment.

I was at the river, watching a heron hunting. It was about as exciting as, uh, watching a heron hunting. Then suddenly, "Skrork!" the battle cry of an airborne Ardea.

It flew over my shoulder and dived at the hunting bird. Apparently someone was working someone else's side of the stream.

The culprit took off with the other in pursuit. They turned from herons to pelicans and flew away, out of sight.

Then there was nothing left to watch.



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