The golden grand-dog and I headed to the boardwalk early. Georgie doesn’t make it easy to handle her and the camera but I brought the camera anyway. It was another cool morning with a breeze which precluded wearing shorts and short sleeves.
The gazebo was wind swept and as I turned on the camera, a seagull glided past. Then another one or so I thought.
On closer look it was a Great Blue Heron. I glanced at Georgie who was focused on a squirrel and as I looked across the water, there was the heron on the tallest tree.
It was easy to miss too. As a tree topper in the huge tree, the large bird looked small. However this was no mere tree topper.
It moved around as sure footed as it is on land. It appears that when you can fly, fear of falling doesn’t exist.
You would think the large bird would be clumsy in the tree but it wasn’t. It scanned its kingdom, shifting position to take in its entire domain.
The bird must be lighter than it looks since the small branches at the top of the tree supported it.
Georgie was pulling me towards the squirrel so I looked at her and adjusted the lead. When I turned back, the bird had flown from the tree top and was headed out over the harbour. The Great had lived up to its name.