Egret in the river
So I went out for lunch today, and along the way I came across one of these little badboys:
It's an egret. At one time I could have told you precisely which species of egret it is, but my ornithological days are well in the past now. I did see it gulp down a little fish. Probably a frozen one, mind you. On a day like today, -2 degrees that is, the river is the last place I'd want to hang out, but the egret seemed to enjoy himself in there.
He was keeping a keen eye on me. It's funny, you know, birds always know when you're pointing something at them. Be it a gun or a camera, they won't take their eyes off of you until you're long in the distance.
It's an egret. At one time I could have told you precisely which species of egret it is, but my ornithological days are well in the past now. I did see it gulp down a little fish. Probably a frozen one, mind you. On a day like today, -2 degrees that is, the river is the last place I'd want to hang out, but the egret seemed to enjoy himself in there.
He was keeping a keen eye on me. It's funny, you know, birds always know when you're pointing something at them. Be it a gun or a camera, they won't take their eyes off of you until you're long in the distance.
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