These days it’s getting up into the 90s, so I hop on my paddle board in the early morning and head upriver before I start broiling in the haze-filled heat.
White egrets are rare around here. It’s usually only when there is a drought in the Midwest that they come east.
For some reason, we have one local resident. I spent the morning in pursuit, shielding myself from it using small islands and rocks.
This image is as close as I got.
Tomorrow the hunt continues…