One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Sunday, August 18, 2019
Great Heron (as opposed to a Great Blue Heron, which are a dime a dozen, if not still magnificent stately birds). Yellow bill, black legs. They used to be called Common Herons, at least in my Golden Book, but I guess that was just too common. We see them often on the other side of the bay, I don't know why they seem to be rarer over here.
Cloudless Sulphur puddling.
Labels: beach, birds, butterflies, Chesapeake Bay, Georgia, Skye
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