Great Blue Herons are quite fond of fishing in the river near our shore. They have always seemed skittish to me, flying off whenever I make noise, or wander out onto the patio.
Both days this past weekend, however, this one sat preening in our old dead Ash for several hours, despite my going about my business...
of enjoying breakfast, and the morning, on the porch.
Alas he wasn't there this morning, but I'll be keeping an eye out for him.