I had seen him fly under the moss and land out of sight. He just didn’t come back out.

I’m not great at waiting, and of course the Great Blues are. However, as I was about to give up he jumped out heading back to the rookery trees.

As a reward he flew right by giving me time to get these.

Great Blues are so darn elegant in flight!

This last shot is a nice example of what the swamps, and these birds, are like.