The sky was soft blue without a cloud. Judging by the photo, you might think it is painted in Photoshop using a gradient tool. Yet I took the photo myself, so there.
It was half past six in the evening. It was stuffy, as it usually happens in Florida. I walked home from the pool. It is in our complex, a five-minute walk from my house. As I walked back, I pasted several artificial lakes. Geese and ibis wandered around the water.
I didn’t pay much attention to them as I see them every day. But then, passing by the parking lot, I saw an unusual bird. Here she is sitting on the top of a car.
I do not know exactly, but I think it’s a heron.
This is it in a larger view.
It looked displeased. Moreover, she seemed old and grumpy. Maybe not by age (I do not know what birds consider to be an old age), but by its mentality. In my opinion, she is rude and, if we could understand her language, we could even curse.
Yet, she was put into a situation, in which she could express neither her stinginess, nor her rudeness, nor her scorn because she was just a bird and not one of those that are at the top of the food chain. Therefore, she had to keep all her feelings inside and, probably, expressed them only with her close relatives. Imagine you start expressing yourself: shouting, cursing, flapping your wings ... make a noise and here is a predator flying high in the sky and looking down.
I tried to get closer to her, but she noticed me and, casting a hostile look at me, it flew away.
