Location, location, location

The cormorant was enjoying the sun and drying his wings when I first saw him, so I walked down the boat ramp to get a closer shot. I happened to look to my right and saw the heron standing about 4 feet away from me - I’m not sure which of us was more surprised, but I’m the one who said “holy sh**” and startled him into flying away. And of course he went right over to the cormorant and bullied him off of the log. The cormorant then swam around messing with him and eventually floated away and on my way back I saw him on a different log with his mate. Which made me feel a little less guilty.