

Since we have been seeing the Night Heron every morning lately, I decided he needed a name. Nathanial seemed like a good one.

Spunk thinks he’s much more adorable than a stinking night heron!


As the dusk turned to darkness, bats fluttered around, buzzing by me with their quick, erratic flight patterns. I tried my best to focus on their silhouettes and capture their erratic movements. These are the results of Bazooka’s (my large 400mm lens) first bats.


Bazooka’s first squirrel.



Bazooka’s first Night Heron at night.

The Night Heron at night brought to light.
We started our walk on the ditch after sundown last light. As we were walking north on the levee, this Night Heron flew up in the tree along the clearwater ditch. He perched very close to us. Night Herons are usually very timid. Maybe he felt secure in the darkness because he stayed perched on the branch in clear view and turned from one side to the other as I snapped photos of him.
Night Heron