Initially I had thought that this Heron had a clump of grass because everything happened so quickly and I was a bit …. naive, let’s say….about what these birds eat. Imagine my surprise when I actually looked at the shots that I took. While I agonized over the frog, I knew that I’d captured a good still.
The days that I drive past the pond and see the Heron, I must stop. If it makes me late for work, then so be it. I don’t often get close enough to this bird so I view each chance as a gift.
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.
Gazing Raven Photography 