At the risk of turning this blog into Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, I’m going to share more photos of my egret pal. Mostly because I love the above photo that I snapped when the great white bird started to fly away from me yet again.
Yes, I am a slow learner.
Once I snapped the pix I shared yesterday of the egret soaring across the lake, I again drove to the other side to take more photos of him. But he wasn’t putting up with any of my nonsense, and he quickly skedaddled away.
I really didn’t mind, though, because of what I saw reflected in the lake as he glided over it.
My feathered friend had given me so much in an hour of shooting: His beauty amid the changing fall colors.
Guess I’ll leave him alone and concentrate on other compelling subjects . . . for now.