Last year, I was able to capture the Heron, mid-froggy snack. (I’m a full animal rights girl with a 20+ year vegetarian record so this makes me a little sad, but it is nature and I must leave it be). Yesterday I was able to capture the hunt and acquisition of a small fish. I really do not enjoy watching the last moments of something’s life, but the capture itself is a joy. And it would have happened regardless of my presence. Much as the ego would love that a heron tried to impress me, that was simply not the case.