"The Witness"
by Tommy Dykes

     I drove 100 yards past, walked back, climbed down the edge, across the small boulders, through the wild raspberries, stepped in the mud, crawled under the Blue Spruce, arrived at the water’s edge, set up the tripod, mounted the camera, zoomed out to 400mm just in time to see the Blue Heron bolt from the rock it was fishing from!

  

     This little guy witnessed the whole thing.