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Whoosh Whoosh

I was walking up from the water just before sunset when I heard a honking sound from the cove, then a whoosh whoosh. Through the trees I saw a Great Blue Heron flying, then landing on the tip top of a pine. I slowly moved to where I could see him clearly, fully expecting him to fly away when I appeared, as they usually do, even from a great distance. But he just sat there, looking down at me. Damn! And me, with no camera! I went into the house for my camera. I did not run, so sure was I that he would quickly leave such a precarious perch. When I returned, though, he was still there. I got the shot and called out my thanks, then I went inside, leaving him to warm himself in the last rays of the setting sun.

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