CHANGE OF WEATHER,

in a rather dramatic way, grey sky, I felt a bit tired of the overkill of the sunshine of yesterday. No way of baby-coots-photos that would show how I liked them in their vulnerability. I followed the heron for a while, she/he stood stock-still high up at a branch of a big weeping-willow, later ignored me at all and stood at the brink, stared in the water head down looking for a frog?
For the blip I cropped the picture to give an impression of the eyes. A bit overdone I think.
To-morrow I will start all over again.