For a month I've been trying to track down my friend Leo who hangs out at the Sipsey Forks. Each time I stopped by, the guys would say, "You just missed him. Or "He’ll be back after while." For Leo, after while could mean in 20 minutes, or in November.
Today, I took a chance that he'd be there even though it was in the mid-90s here. It was after 4 p.m. when I wheeled into the lot. Leo was there holding court. There were six other guys sitting around telling lies and watching the river flow.
I asked a few questions to get things started but the light was wrong to get a good picture of him and the guys. So I made an appointment to be back Monday at 7 a.m. If the forecast doesn't call for a tornado, hurricane, earthquake, or swarms of locusts, he'll be there.
Packing up my camera to head out, I heard one of the guys say, "There's old blue." When I glanced toward the water, I saw a Blue Heron sitting on a log looking for supper. He was about 30 yards away. Clicking the lens cap off my camera, I stepped over to the water's edge. The heron looked at me curiously for a moment, and then went back to fishing. I snapped off several frames before he got bored and flew further up river. I have an incredible picture of him taking flight, but I want to include it in the story I'm writing about the Sipsey Forks Boys.
It's no mystery why these guys return to this place every day.
Today, I took a chance that he'd be there even though it was in the mid-90s here. It was after 4 p.m. when I wheeled into the lot. Leo was there holding court. There were six other guys sitting around telling lies and watching the river flow.
I asked a few questions to get things started but the light was wrong to get a good picture of him and the guys. So I made an appointment to be back Monday at 7 a.m. If the forecast doesn't call for a tornado, hurricane, earthquake, or swarms of locusts, he'll be there.
Packing up my camera to head out, I heard one of the guys say, "There's old blue." When I glanced toward the water, I saw a Blue Heron sitting on a log looking for supper. He was about 30 yards away. Clicking the lens cap off my camera, I stepped over to the water's edge. The heron looked at me curiously for a moment, and then went back to fishing. I snapped off several frames before he got bored and flew further up river. I have an incredible picture of him taking flight, but I want to include it in the story I'm writing about the Sipsey Forks Boys.
It's no mystery why these guys return to this place every day.
What a stunning shot - and bird. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLoving your new camera - you have it set up for terrific shots.
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"Sipsey Forks Boys" sounds like a book to me.
ReplyDeleteA great shot of that blue Sipsey Forks heron. I guess he's one of the boys too, or maybe it's a female. I wouldn't know the difference.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to your story of the Sipsey Forks Boys.
Have a great week.
Hugs, Julia
Glad you finally made connections and could get a shot of Old Blue. What a beautiful creature. Beauty like that needs to be shared and I'm thankful you did. Hope your Sunday is a good one !
ReplyDeleteWow, great photo!
ReplyDeleteI never knew there were BLUE herons!!
ReplyDeleteOne of the best pictures you've posted. The light is perfect.
ReplyDeleteA bloody great photo, I do so like it
ReplyDeleteThat’s is an excellent photo and the bluelooks vibrant. I guess he is part of the boy’s club
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