A photograph I have posted before, shot in a cemetery along the Connecticut River, on the holiday weekend.
What are the odds of having a Bluebird land on the flag.

These Herons always look a little awkward to me. The best I can come up with is a resemblance to a ‘bobble head’ doll. They even walk like it.
There are a few spots along the large marshes here where they breed. But I don’t see as many as the other Herons.
This particular bird was off away from the dike and didn’t seem to feel uncomfortable with me walking by.
He gave us plenty of opportunity to take a number of shots.
The most striking thing about Night Herons are their ruby red eyes. An amazing deep red.
Like all Night Heron when young they have no striking colors at all. A plain brown, and stripped, camouflage .
Typically they are shy birds, except for the Charleston flock.
Every year a large group of Yellow-crowns build nests in the trees at the very tip of the city, where it meets the ocean and harbor.
There, in the battery park with the Civil War canons, they have young. And… make a pretty big mess on the thousands of tourists that visit the spot.
Another ‘You can’t make this stuff up’ moment.
Receding waters means a whole new place to feed for these birds. They may have long legs but there is a limit to how deep they can handle.
From my perspective it was great too. There are a few places, in the shade, where deeper water prevents us from getting anything but a few gator shots.
Now I can catch these guys ‘shoveling round’ in the water close by.
Note; in the above photographs you can see how they will sift through water and ‘spit it out’ catching small prey.