I think the great blue herons rule the pond.
They can be right in front of you and never move a muscle, or a feather, or whatever.
Then they decide to come out of the reeds and preen.
Which they do with a steady concentration.
This heron didn't seem to care that I was right there next to him.
Maybe he had gotten used to me showing up every morning.
But with a shake and a bit of attitude he had enough of me and left.
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