Every chance I get, I run with my camera to be with the birds.
It can be the worst of days, yet just being near them takes me away.
Away to a better place.
Like it was back in early June, on the day I met a very special heron out at Cockle Cove.
I was out on my walk, feeling kinda’ blue and misty-eyed about my Marmee kitty who hadn’t been feeling well.
Searching for Snowies in the marsh, I had just come up and over a dune and there he was —
I immediately froze, then slowly readied the camera.
I knew he was aware of me, yet somehow he didn’t seem to mind.
Clearly his focus was on the shallow pools in front of him full of tiny minnows writhing and wriggling to find deeper, safer waters.
Drawn into his world, I felt like I could stay there forever.
I marveled at his beauty, his balanced movements that were at once slow and graceful yet pulsing with that charged tension known only to the wild ones.
The reason became obvious when I heard people approaching the dunes with their dogs.