The photos are atrocious because they were taken on the fly at sunset looking INTO the sun…ugh. Nevertheless, I was privileged to finish the Baby Heron series tonight, when he finally took the risk and flapped his way into the sky. Scary, shaky navigation, but in flight, nevertheless. A bittersweet moment in some ways…I truly enjoyed watching his progress.
And, adding insult to the injury of this morning’s coup de etat:
They didn’t leave any for me. 
