On the 10th tee, I stood quietly waiting on a sunny warm February day. Golf carts whizzed by and I could hear the thwacking of golf balls. I paid little to no attention to the golfers as they came and went. I was completely focused on watching this heron stalking his prey. His hunting game was much more interesting to me. The intensity of the eyes, and there was a quivering in his throat as he made a guttural sound with each methodical and slow step towards the fish of his dreams.
Hi Y’all, This is my place to share stories and photos from my life in Virginia. In my former life, I was a full-time artist, then life happened in a lot of not good ways and I got off course. I'm working to get back in touch with my creative side (Gypsy Dawn). I’m an introvert that prefers to spend quiet time in nature observing and taking photos. On our little farm, we grow flowers from seeds and gather fresh eggs from our sweet chicks. I run a small farm stand and Art Wagon (The Gypsy Dawn Wagon) on our property. I also have a mermaid heart that longs to be by the water. Sometimes I share things I cook and make and our trips to the sea. I hope you will say hello. xo Kim
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Very good!
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Thank you.
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Do you know which species of Heron you have here? I saw something similar in Hong Kong last week.
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Thanks for asking, I believe it is a Tricolored Heron. However, I do not have my identification book handy. Best, Kim
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Thanks, I think my heron was a similar one – “Striated Heron”
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