I walked out to my pond today and was not nearly fast enough to photograph the Great Blue Heron I startled out of it, but I did manage to snap a photo when he perched in a tree to avoid the enthusiastic Doberman chasing and barking at him. (Undómiel apparently did not get the memo about large birds not being dangerous aliens.)
What? You can’t see the heron? Well, sorry, all I had was a cell phone and some excitement, which does not equate to a telephoto lens, no matter how much excitement is involved.
Though the pond was dug out just a few years ago and has never been stocked with anything, due to the wonders of nature, we have frogs, turtles, the occasional ducks, and even fish. From what I read, the fish probably arrived via eggs washed down during spring flooding, but man, one can see where the ancients got their ideas of spontaneous generation.
This is the first time I’ve seen a large fishing bird, however, and I’m very pleased. I hope he stays around despite the noisy Doberman. (Penny the Labrador had no opinion whatsoever on the heron. She was carrying something in her mouth, so all else was irrelevant in the world.)