A Great Fisherman

He stood there... perfectly still...no movement at all...not a twitch...not a blink...a statue.  If you didn't know better you would think he was made of stone. 

I watched him for what seemed like an eternity before he made his move.

His strike was lightning fast…
his aim...perfect.

After he swallowed the fish he did this little celebration dance.  He was one happy fisherman (fisherbird)  I've done that dance before so I know how he felt.





When his dance was finished he went back to his fishing position, fluffed his feathers to dry,  and waited for another unsuspecting morsel to swim by.