They sit in the tall Pines that run along the marshes. Very quiet, trying to blend in.
I have no idea how long he was up there. Maybe hours, never noticed.
It wasn’t until a flock of small birds reacted to him moving. They left in a hurry, I got the shot, he went too. I wasn’t important, the small birds were.
Birds are squealers!
Yep. I usually follow the crows.
Crows are the Amens in the church