I've always loved herons. They are often elusive. I have so many pics of them in flight, taking off as soon as I got close. I'm thankful for digital memory now that can be so easily erased rather than wasting whole rolls of film.As I was reflecting by the river this morning, it occurred to me how like presbyterians herons are - Often, they stand proud and lonely. At other times, they appear all hunched up, sometimes downright miserable looking. If you get too close and force them to move, they move just a little bit at a time and then eventually find their way back to their comfort zone.
But, like Presbyterians, I can't help loving them!
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