Ah, ha There he was - a Green Heron perched on a railing of the pier, studying the marsh at 7:30 am. So intent was he that I stealthily approached to within in 30 feet. He turned one beady, black eye and studied me back. Several moments passed; woman and bird connected in silent observation. He appeared unperturbed, and I dared one slow step closer. Delicately he arched his back, pooped into the water and flew away.
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