Yep! Cause that’s what he wanted to do. This time we ventured out in the boat. Loaded up and headed to Deloraine.
The boys got a couple but I wouldn’t say it was an eventful fishing trip. The weather was nice as was the scenery.
The highlight of my trip was this guy that hung around on the far shore where were fishing and he wasn’t shy after our first few passes. Then he’d come bounding out of the long grass onto the rocks where we could really see him.
He was almost penquin like to me but had longer legs. He didn’t fly and just hopped around. He would stop and look and then run off into the grass again.
He had these long feathers that hung to the back of his head.
This is a Black Crowned Night Heron.