All Spring I tried to get this bird. And it won every time. Until yesterday when I spotted it (I want to call it a him) on the public dock and went home for my camera. When I got back, gone. But I knew it didn’t go far.
While taking a photo of the die hard fisherman and the Killarney water ball, he, see I did it, it flew out of the trees, over my head and just over the top of my Jeep.
I don’t like this photo because of the tree but I got the bird, in a half ass decent shot, in flight.
He then settled on the shore of the bay and let me take numerous shots. I sure waited a long time!
There were many to choose from, including several with its reflection in the water.
CRUMBLING MEMORIES 