Green-backed Heron

[Shortsighted]

 When I looked out my window this morning I saw that it was overcast directly above me but that there was a clear swath of sky in the west and therefore approaching. I figured that the blue would invade the zenith within the hour so maybe I should get dressed and head out.  I donned my fatigues despite the lethargy of my personal fatigue and related stiffness, in all the wrong places, but I knew that it would all mellow once in the field.
 
 
 I decided to stay local. The first bird that I spotted was a single Tennessee warbler into the sun.  By the time I positioned myself for a photo it was gone.  Rats! No, no, there weren’t any rats, I was just upset.  I went close to a pond, of sorts, and spooked a Green heron that flew into a tree to mock me.  I switched from silent shutter to noisy fastest shutter-mode just to show my annoyance.  The heron finally decided that I was no threat and flew back down to water level to fish.  A kingfisher flew over my head from behind and landed on a nearby perch and immediately saw me and moved elsewhere and perched again, now too far away for a photo.   Absolutely no tolerance, that bird.  A few minutes later a Pileated woodpecker flew over my head from the other direction.  I got a few frames of the heron both in the tree and on the water.  Even the turtles didn’t mind my presence and you know how timid they can be.