Great egrets almost always elude me. They see me from too far to photograph, even at 600mm, and fly off. The few good pix I've got are from crawling in mud and bushes. This one flew into a cypress tree and began to preen and fluff. From about 25 feet above me, it completely ignored me and the big lens, with 2x teleconverter. I walked beneath it to both sides several times and made a couple of dozen pix. It was still there when I finished and walked off. Luck is essential, sometimes. Rich
Beginning big fluff and shake.
Big shake and look at the feathers and dander fly.
Must include pedicure.
Comb the neck feathers.
All done.
Night heron in same tree watching the process thinking, "I'll wait for Saturday."
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