Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants now.
Beautiful picture, the first one. I think the heron doesn't have any choice. We crowded them... Our previous hous, in Missouri, was at the small lake. It was such a pleasure to watch these birds fishing in the early morning, in the fog.
Funny! Maybe the heron is searching for discarded fish fingers, in the second pic. Or do you say fish sticks?
Tatyana, I agree, and am always pleasantly surprised at how adaptable these birds are.Karen, Sticks!
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