A few weeks ago on an overcast day, I stopped at the intersection of Potato Neck
and Bethel Beach roads to snap a few pictures of these daffodils.
The cheerful yellow flowers were trying so hard to smile amid the grayness of the gloomy day.
As much as I wanted to focus on the flowers, something pulled me in another direction.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was drawn to the field just beyond where I was parked.
Something was amiss.
|What's that white thing on the left?|
A lone egret was wandering rather aimlessly through the vast field.
He was none too pleased that I wanted to take his picture either.
As soon as he saw what I was doing, he high-tailed it in the other direction.
(I tried not to be offended.)
The last I saw, he was headed on foot towards those woods.
I can't say I've ever seen an egret in a field like this before, however it is common to see herons hunting in the ditches along the edges of the road. Sadly, I recently found a dead heron in the middle of the road where I jog. At first I thought it was a buzzard, but the long pointed beak gave it away. On that same jog, which takes me through some very remote areas of the county, I startled a group of seven herons out of the tippy tops of a stand of pine trees. I can't say that I've ever seen seven herons together before, much less flying.
Flying away from me, to be exact.
I'm starting to get a complex.
Enjoy the weekend.