Description
A third heron flares its wings at the very tip of the cottonwood, arriving late, while the two already settled below crane up to see who it is. Behind them the ripening canola stretches away, its wheel tracks stitching neat lines across the slope in the evening sun. Three birds, one tree, and the unmistakable air of a household deciding whether the newcomer was invited. A lively storytelling frame from the rookery at golden hour.





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