Alone, a heron fishes
You all, this is part of the Magnolia Gardens Rookery. To get here I/we walk down a trail in the woods, not short, not terribly long.
Then Bill sits down in his chair, if he is with me, and I walk to this road......and I walk up and down it until dark. Or I walk back to another path, and walk up and down it, always scouting.
A luxury is to sit on the side of this road and wait for an egret or heron to fly by me.
Until 5 PM, the plantation area is known to be open and occasionally a train thing, with tourists, will come up this road. That is the only traffic other than the tourists on foot. There are more, it seems, every year, but it is still not crowded and I am often there alone.
Yet, after 5 PM, fewer and fewer remain, the birds know, they really know, and they come out as this heron has done.
It is a magical time. I am reluctant to leave. Yet the shooting becomes more difficult, the path back grows black as it is without this last light. I don't do it anymore unless my husband is with me, as I am still afraid of the dark, smile.
This was truly last light, my legs were tired, my husband could no longer read and was anxious to leave, but the magic and I, we lingered........