A Great Blue giving me a fly by, and great opportunity.
The first nests this year are a little far on a small island. However the Herons will drop off the trees and head straight towards the trail for sticks and Spanish Moss.
I placed myself in an open spot where I hoped the birds would pass on either side of me. This time it worked.
The Great Blues knew I was there, they flew on my left, and right, into the back swamp collecting materials. Several landed nearby and walked around too. The Herons were comfortable having me to the side and for maybe two hours went about their business.
Charleston, South Carolina.