There are times, and certain poses, when a Wood Stork reminds me of a little old man.


This was one of them. He was sleeping, and would open his eyes to see if I was still there. I could almost hear him grumbling to himself.

There are times, and certain poses, when a Wood Stork reminds me of a little old man.
This was one of them. He was sleeping, and would open his eyes to see if I was still there. I could almost hear him grumbling to himself.
Excellent!
Thanks 😀. One of those trees we talked about. This one overlooks a pond, near a marsh. Usually something has gotten comfortable there. This time it was Wood Storks.