Out for a walk at Veterans Oasis Park, I spotted American coots in the fishing lake and didn’t even break what passes for my stride. Then I saw a swimming bird about the same size, but with a red face shield and of their own accord my feet diverted me off the paved path to the gravel-strewn lakeshore.
I figures it was the common moorhen/gallinule, and thought I might get a picture at a decent range. Of course, as I slowly approached the shoreline, the gallinule calmly receded from it: a zero-sum game, at best.
But as I turned to head back to the path, something else caught my eye. Ah ha: another photo for my “serendipity” collection.
Not being a downstream part of their food chain, I love herons of all sorts, and these small green herons are a favourite. As I look back through my photos from Phoenix over the years, I note that I have quite a few of frozen-in-place green herons. At least there’s usually no problem getting a sharp picture: They don’t flit around. This stock-still pose is their standard, giving me lots of time to frame and focus.
My next target, though, will be to catch one of these beauties in flight. Sharply.