In spite of the fact that it was only 23° F and there was a cold breeze blowing, I went down to the river to stalk the heron. And there it was, sitting sleeping on a rock, oblivious to people with children and dogs walking by. I made myself as comfortable as I could while sitting on snow-covered ground to take some photos. The heron didn’t do much. Every once in a while it would move a leg or open its mouth.
After about a half and hour, I had to get up and walk around to get the blood circulating through my frozen body. When I came back, it was still in the same place, same position. I sat there for another 20 minutes as I turned into a popsicle and when it still didn’t do anything, I left. As I’m walking to my car, I look back and the heron flew right over me, taunting me. But at that point my fingers were too cold to press down on the shutter.
Maralee
Through My Lens 
Love these photos! That heron has no idea it’s being stalked by a pro!!
I just wish it would go fishing. 🙂
getting close to a Heron thats use to people & dogs being around must help! Mine are always so skittish!
This heron must live somewhere along the river which is a very popular walking trail. I guess it must feel safe standing in the middle of a raging, ice cold river.
Beautiful series, love how he’s all puffed up to stay warm. A coat of feathers!
Its funny how the weather changes. When I took these photos it was freezing. Actually below freezing. A few days later the weather changes and we’ve had balmy 55-60 degree weather for several days. Highly unusual here this time of year. Now we’re back to normal temps.