Taking flight
It was a cold and breezy morning, Cold crystal clear waters and snowflakes speckled through the air. Shaking the water off her feather the hungry heron hopped along the bank to a floating log, Any second now she would sink her shard beck down, Waiting silently for her next victim beneath the surface, Spearing a little fish that was her breakfast but she must not wait to soon she has her chicks she must get back to. Standing above the water standing one-footed she leaped in to action flapping her beautiful wings hopefully we will see her again coming back for food. |
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