Last Thursday, in the backwaters of the Bear River, I saw a group of Snowy Egrets and decided to try to get there.
The closer I got to the Egrets, the tall reeds became thicker and thicker, and very soon I realized that all my attempts to reach Egrets are futile.
Suddenly out of nowhere an immature Black-crowned Night Heron appeared in the sky. He was so beautiful in flight.
Generally, life is good.
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ReplyDeleteand next year it will be harder to catch up with ... 😉
ReplyDeleteUn encuadre perfecto y una buena luz inunda esta fotografía. Ese fondo del cielo, queda bastante bien.
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Eso es un premio a la constancia, Kaya.
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He explores the area.
ReplyDeletePreciosa instantánea.
ReplyDeleteUn abrazo,