I have a touch of the Capt Ahabs about me, I know, in my search for the great White Necked Heron. (Capt Ahab is from "Moby Dick", and the book is about his destructive obsession and monomania regarding Moby Dick, the whale. I draw the line at anthropomorphism though.)
Anyway, I finally managed to outsmart him, a bit. He took off from the pond as soon as he saw me (as usual), but made the mistake of just going around the corner up into some nearby trees. I was able to approach, while he looked down at me with that smug heron look on his face.
So this is for you Alan, who recently tried to photograph a heron only to see it take off, and had to be content with posting a brilliant seagull image. Beats the crap out of black snakes, I can tell you. Forgive the rather busy backgrounds. Better backgrounds come later.
Anyway, I finally managed to outsmart him, a bit. He took off from the pond as soon as he saw me (as usual), but made the mistake of just going around the corner up into some nearby trees. I was able to approach, while he looked down at me with that smug heron look on his face.
So this is for you Alan, who recently tried to photograph a heron only to see it take off, and had to be content with posting a brilliant seagull image. Beats the crap out of black snakes, I can tell you. Forgive the rather busy backgrounds. Better backgrounds come later.
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