I spent over 40 minutes yesterday morning, watching this heron groom himself, imagining the feel of that sharp beak plucking at my wings, the taste of the tiny feather in my bill, the swaying of the log underfoot, the breeze ruffling my feathers... This was the last of many shots; in the next second he spread his wings and leaped for the sky. So beautiful!
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