I was contemplating where I might go for photos yesterday when that elusive Tricolor Heron got me out back with the camera. From the kitchen window I saw him land on my side of the lake, just down the hill. But of course he flew all the way across the lake as soon as I got myself out there with the camera. But the light was nice as sunset approached, and the ducks were causing a ruckus out there. They were feeling frisky I think, must be that time of year. I could see something on the far bank across the lake also, but had to look through the camera lens to see that it was a turtle. I could see movement too, as if he had a creature trapped and was about to have lunch. When I saw the photos it turns out he was just waving his right front leg around. Not the photo op I thought I was getting. Even Merlin let me down by not being able to identify the pretty ducks that were swimming in a patch of perfect light out there. None of the choices suggested seemed to be the right bird. And then they all flew off in a group. After having had six days off you wouldn’t think that I’d feel the need for such a quiet night, but I did, and it was nice.