At the darkest point of winter the end of my favorite pond where much of the Great Blue Heron nesting activity is in shadows while the Herons are still working at attracting mates.

The White Ibis wasn’t impressed with the songĀ and decided to move on.

The GBH remained hopeful, long feathers up.

I moved a bit further on, and the ritual began again.

January 3, 2021