I discovered this beauty near the end of my walk around the wetlands this morning. I have this week off work and have enjoyed daily photo walks as the mornings are starting to cool down.
I recently posted what I believe is a young Night-Heron (see post here).
He may have been attempting to nap, notice his eyes are closed in the top photo 🙂
God comes to each of us in the form we can best perceive Him. To you, just now, He was a heron. To someone else, He might come as a flower or even a breeze.
A black-crowned night heron stood on an apron of wet sand, looking across the channel. The feather plume at the back of his head lifted in a faint breeze. Out there the channel churned its cyclonic eddies counterclockwise. Schools of anchovies, halibut, and sea bass came and went: silver flashes, small storms that well up from the inside of the sea but are short-lived, like lightning.