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.

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

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

The squacco heron stood perfectly still among the reeds, waiting to catch an unsuspecting fish.

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

A night heron perched silently on the mangrove root, waiting for fish beneath the moonlit water.

A pond heron patiently waited at the water's edge for a fish to swim by.

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