Last week on a morning walk, I heard the neighborhood hawk calling. I ducked through some bushes to this pond, but instead of the hawk, this bird flew out, squawking, startled.
In turn, I was startled, and even though I lifted my camera and snapped a couple of shots, they aren't good photos. I thought I was seeing our Great Blue Heron, returned from travels in wetter climates.
But this sure doesn't look like our regular Great Blue, although it's about the same size. Could it be a young one?
I zoomed in on this next photo, so it's a little grainy, but you can see the colors on his/her wings.
Follow-up... thanks to my bird expert friend, Liz White, I'm convinced the Hollow was blessed with a visit by an American Bittern on its migratory way back north. Just a lucky sighting on my part!