A heron flies over the Glaslyn estuary

Well Peter yet another fantastic shot . so very well caught indeed here a "Like" here for sure again

regards steve

Hi Steve, Thanks for the visit and the like. Last week I went to a talk by a proffessional nature photographer, and he was saying about the weeks of preparation it takes to photograph just one species in a particular place. Therefore, to simply come across this heron whilst walking along the embankment was pleasing for me, and I am glad you like the result. Best Wishes Peter

One fine capture that I like. Good job indeed! David

Peter could this be the same handsome fellow I see up to his knees in the water further over? catching this shot is awesome Peter, and so clear without the blurr of movement. great job! L

Sarah

Hi Sarah & David, I am so pleased that you 'like' this guy in flight. Thank you both for your praise. Sarah, you are of course right, it is the same bird as in picture no.51782141. I did photo another one flying off with a fish in it's beak, but it was just too far away to be 'presentable'. Of course, since it had only just taken off, it wasn't flying that fast, or that high, so I'm happy that you 'liked' the result.

Best Wishes Peter

It's nice to read you went to a talk by a proffessional nature photographer, it has paid off, this Heron in flight is a beautiful shot, I must give you a like4 and Ys good luck with the nature photography:))

Warm Wishes,

Karen.

Thank you so much Karen for your words of encouragement, and of course for the 'like' and the 'star'. I really do appreciate the words of someone of your abilities.
Yes, I did learn a great deal from the guy, plenty of ideas to go away and try, but I don't think I will be setting up a hide on Llangorse Lake just yet!

Best Wishes Peter

A M A Z I N G! what a shot Peter. I just can't stop looking at it. The ripples on the water let me know that this guy must have been just roaring by. Wonderful shot and great skills.

Congratulations and thanks for sharing Diana

Hi Diana,

Thank you so much for all the wonderful words! I remember visiting your Great Blue Heron in April 2009, so now he has a companion!
You are right, he had just taken off, and was only a few feet over the water, so yes, he was moving pretty quick. I must come back and visit your gallery again, and see how much of Burnaby I recognise from 10 years ago! Best wishes Peter

WOW! Great capture of this heron in flight, Peter! LIKE! Greetings, Anne

Thank you Anne, for the visit and the 'like'. I am really pleased that this photo even gets a look in against your seven pages of brilliant bird pictures. As I said to Steve, it was just luck. I had not set up a hide or any special equipment. I was walking along, and there he was! Best Wishes Peter

Hi my dear Peter, i send you my poem for the wonderful photo...

WILD GOOSE AND JONATHAN Discovering himself to be a migratory bird was late in coming
But he knew now, He knew that the white mountain standing high And that the challenging distance was a place he could never reach… He felt his long body and his long wings, For he had to compete against time. These were the things he knew, But there was more to be discovered. Migration! ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... - “Tell me wise bird, what is migration? Just climatic conditions, survival or a style of living? - Or is it a passion to win the challenge of that white mountain? - Tell me wise bird, is flying freedom? - Or to reach a target… - Or what you have seen along the way? - Is it to contemplate something unknown? Are freedom and flying the same thing?, said the migratory bird. (Erstwhile, he remembered that his migration was at hand) ……………………………………………………………………. “Roads,” said the wise bird. “Roads,” he said, standing still… Then looking further he continued, “One should still fly, although late”... - “What about love?” - “Freedom aside, but what about love?” asked the migratory bird… Because he had experienced a fire... Flames had touched his long wings... He remembered the flames! Now he has to face not only the fire, but also flying... But how can one fly if on fire...
The wise bird knew all the ways. What the migratory bird knew was that the wise bird knew many things. He fluttered... His long wings toned in the clouds! He remembered the challenging white mountain... And looked at the wise bird for the last time... He was quiet... Perhaps this was the meaning of wisdom...
He fluttered again... He observed his long wings and long body... He dreamed of his long wings and long body as if facing a mirror... He went through the mirror and disappeared. …………………………………………………………………………….. Perhaps the mirror was an illusion... Nobody knew what happened... The wise bird just smiled when he saw the ending... As his eyes looked far beyond.

All my best wishes my dear friend. GGR

My dear Gezginruh, thank you so much for sharing this poem with us, and thank you for visiting this picture. I am lost for words!!

I would never have guessed that a heron flying a few hundred metres to look for fish would eveoke such deep feelings. Thank you agian!

Best wishes Peter

Espectacular foto, LIKE 7, saludos, desde Colombia, Claudia.