Bringing up the rear (after the white and the pink birds), the little blue heron. Ta da. And an even littler one on the way.
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Beautiful birds and beautiful photos.
Judith – Thanks! Like lots of big birds, they hold still for long periods . . .
How does it attend to its feathers on his neck and head?
Barbara – Friends?
Very nice collection Isabel. I always liked finding these guys in the wild. (As I suspect you know, the juvenile little blue heron is pure white)
Jim R – Yes, I guess I know it, although I forget that oddball colouring from one time to the next, so it’s not very well seated in there. On our travels, I see more tricolor herons than little blues, I think. But they’re all good.
Learning that these beauties start out life with white feathers lends the thought “maturity” to elegance. They sport such painterly details, as though dressed for company, delightful birds.
Laurna – Ah. Sort of like my Pinky-Winky Hydrangea which blooms white and matures into a deep rose. If only someone had come up with a more elegant name for it.