When I was in Brazil last July, I was really taken with the cocoi herons, which are like a more stylish version of great blues (I imagine them speaking with a French accent).
I love when they spread their wings to dry off in the sun.
This one had a fish.
And then a whole bunch of giant otters came along.
And one of the little dead-eyed bastards stole and massacred the fish.
Moving photos off my Air hard drive has become a neverending saga, because I keep stopping to look at things.