Punk Rock Heron

I was sitting out towards the point this morning communing with this white faced heron. He was grooming and gave himself a great shake to straighten his feathers.  I love the crazy 'do'.  If it was curly it would look just like mine.

I had lunch with my friend from Murchison then when she headed home I met up with Twigs.  We spent a few hours out on the 'uplifted' rocks at the Point.  Fascinating conversations as we tried to work out in our heads what actually happened in the earthquake.

I saw a banded dotterel out on the rocks, and photographed him hoping that he could be my blip.  But he was too far away and the photos were c**p.