It’s a story (of course).

Ellen was photographing a Great Blue down the dirt road. He flew off, but not far. In fact he dropped down and thought he might join me on the dike.

First a quick fluff. He didn’t want to come over without getting all clean and fluffy.

Once finished he just slowly strolled over. You can see him looking right at me, he was coming over.

As he got up close he decided to stand over by my spot so he could look at the water too.

And he did. Oh he watched me, being careful. But not afraid.

As for me, I shot a bunch of photos. I was slow, didn’t move much, and kept my spot. I didn’t want to scare him so I hung out with him instead.

I’ll add a few more as I dig through the images.