At dawn, herons lined the marsh, their reflections trembling in the cold water.

A heron stood perfectly still at the edge of the pond, waiting to snatch a fish.

After years abroad, Heron finally returned to his hometown to reopen the family bakery.

At dawn the falconer released his heroner, which streaked over the reed beds to flush out the nesting herons.

The heroners gathered in the old library to debate the meaning of the manuscript.

At dusk, the night herons returned to the mangroves to roost, filling the trees with silent silhouettes.

At dawn, purple herons threaded through the reeds as fishermen pushed small boats along the canal.

At dawn, the pond herons gathered along the water's edge, patiently watching for fish.

At dusk, the squacco herons gathered on the reed beds before heading out to hunt.

At dawn, a group of grey herons stood silently along the riverbank, waiting for fish.