Once the great blue heron returned to the dock, it was time to dispatch his catch. Much like drawing a bowstring taut, he would pull back his neck, then launch his head forward to spear the catfish. I lost count of how many times he speared the fish, but I know it was upwards of thirty times. In this image, notice it is only the head that is blurred. The catfish looked like a piece of Swiss cheese when he was done. Some people seem to enjoy watching something like this, but I am not among them. I console myself with the thought that every animal has to eat.
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