As the “witching hour’ approached, thats 5 0’clock(ish), by the way, the sun was shining brightly, I dressed and went down to the brook in the hope that the sun would continue to shine and one of the Egrets would put in an appeaance while it was still bright. The brook is a ditch by any other name and consequently the sun doesn’t reach in to the deepest parts  in the evening and at this time of year. It’s a real dilema, because I want to get photos that show lots of action, fish frozen in time, and splashes of water etc. You have to cal on every bit of skill that you posess to get the best out of your equipment once the light starts to fade. Just like clock-work, the Egret flew in and we still had some sunshine hitting one bank of the brook.  The bird was feeding too far down stream and I “willed it” towards me. Eventually it moved towards me and I took some picture, I may have got better but probably not. 

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