Swimming into the Azaleas.

This small hammock had bright colors and across the way was a bench.
In mixed rookeries like this one certain times of the day the air gets busy, and crowded.
Some birds stick close to the islands and trees which makes getting focus harder. If you grab a branch the bird is long gone before you can fix it.
So, I made the turn and there he was. Soaking up some of the heat.
This trail is wide and he wasn’t all that big. He did have someone further down past him a bit stumped though.
Right here a ‘nature train’ may drive past with visiting tourist from the old planation up the road. He would move for that.
I’m not something that concerns him. He probably grew up with that tram and the ohh’s and ahh’s of out of town visitors.
He watched me, I watched him. I walked by, he fell back asleep.
Lately most shots of Egrets have not had much color in the sky.
I tend to meter on the white bird, helps with details. However the background can be either much less or too much color.
This Egret was further out, a longer shot, and I had basic settings.
I think it worked well until white clouds were behind the Egret at his highest ascent.
Everything is a trade off.