Creature Of Habit

I saw Herbie fly by and then land in "his" tree on exactly the same branch he seems to favor over all others.  I watched him for quite a while hoping he would fly back down to the water and I could see him catch a fish.  Herbie did everything but that; he preened, he scratched, he pooped (if you think standing under a seagull is risky trust me, standing under a heron takes risk to a whole new level), and then he took a nap, a very long nap.  I'm getting wise to him so I didn't stand with camera in hand and wait for him to move and every time I checked he was still napping.  Then it got too dark to see him.  I love Herbie, he has style.