I love the infinite mixture of textures and colors one finds in nature–smooth, flat, round, pointed, shiny, and dull, mixed with sharp thorns, soft flowers, and all delivered in endless shades of green. Nature–the supreme artist.
The waters are calmer and quieter today. Most of the big boats are packed up and on their way back home. There are still jet skies plying the waters, and the smaller, less noisy boats filled with families and friends–the usual Sunday traffic.
The juvenile yellow-crowned night heron at right is working the shoreline. If you click on the photo at the right you will see this young one is beginning to lose its dewy-eyed innocence, and is taking on the adult’s intense focus.
I’m wrestling with whether the bird at the left is an American Bitten or a Green Heron. They are often mistaken for each other. I hope to have a more expert opinion tomorrow.