That poem just feels like a heron looks . . . I saw the resident heron from the Swannannoa near Warren Wilson the other day. He was beating his way over, heading to the river. (I was out in the yard, supposedly cleaning up after the winter, but actually watching herons and hawks and things.)
Excellent photo and poem.
Thanks! There's a lot going on with the birds these days. Of course, with the trees still bare, they can't hide away so well.Those Tuckasegee herons are a real challenge to me. I drive along the river almost everyday, so I see them often. By the time I find a place to pull over and get the camera together, they usually take flight. This one was generous enough to allow me one shot and one shot only.
Great shot! The water and heron shimmer.
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