Here is one of our more dignified birds …. Well sometimes.
I started the first sketch in the field, then refined it after I looked at Dale’s photographs … and then inked. Like most fishermen I know this heron has a favorites spot to fish. He almost disappears into the clump of tall grasses next to a little pond.
This is a different heron, different pond. He is done fishing for now. He stands tall, the inner sides of his wings exposed to the winter sunlight. First he makes sure the sun reaches into one ‘armpit’ and then the other. He was well wetted when we first arrived. Either the heron took a bath, or drenched himself while fishing.
Such a funny pose for a dignified bird!