I first noticed this cold, tired and hungry heron about 8:30 AM Friday. I checked on him periodically as his hunting vigil stretched on and on, wishing all the while I could offer him a pair of warm boots.
you’ll see the toothsome brunch he glommed onto.
Buon appetito, big guy. You’ve earned it.
Footnote–He was back this afternoon at 4:00 and was still there at 6:30, which is the last time there was sufficient light for me to distinguish his silhouette.
Photos © Carole Clement