On his own island paradise, complete with snacks, a Great Blue Heron was drifting down the canal at the edge of the old rice fields.
The shrimp were to his liking.
The island clump was moving just fast enough to make me dizzy looking through the view finder.
The Heron paced back and forth a few times and settled on some smaller catches, barely seen hanging from his mouth here.
He left paradise as it rounded a turn, but the fishing must have been good off its shores as he returned just a few minutes later.