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I was standing by the beaver pond and I saw a heron flying across toward the other side. I managed to get a shot just as it landed. A minute later two deer - a doe and a fawn - came along. They all stood there on the bank. (the fawn is not in the photo) It looked kind of awkward, like when you run into your ex- unexpectedly at a cocktail party. I'm pretty sure I heard the heron say, "Guys, I'm kind of in the middle of something here…" and the deer moved on. The heron was clearly watching something in the water. Then it started to move along the bank. Stealthily, deliberately, purposefully. There was something down there and the heron did not take its eyes off it, even as it stepped over and around obstacles along the bank. Then it went behind this pile of debris. I could hardly see it but I knew what was about to happen. The heron ducked down and came up with a decent-sized bluegill in its mouth. It flipped the fish around and swallowed it in one go. The only thing missing was narration by Marlin Perkins. "… if only the bluegill had a policy with Mutual of Omaha, at least its family would be taken care of …" |
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