Typically, in early spring, the local green heron (unless there is more than one, which is very possible) and I play a simple game by the Toftrees pond. As soon as I see it, the heron flies away, generally low and close to the pond surface. Inevitably that puts bushes and trees between the heron and me, making photography next to impossible.
However, for whatever reason, on a day in late April, the green heron ignored me. Actually, I didn’t catch sight of it until after I had already walked past the bird. But I made up for lost time, photographically speaking.
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