This egret comes back to Dew Drop Pond every year. Sometimes there is a mate, sometimes not. This one has been around for at least five years. I named him Charlie.

Every year we have a contest to see what happens first, he flies away or I get a good photo. Usually, he flies away. Its our little ritual. He sees me, he flies away, but only if I have my camera.

Ritual is important, even for a bird. Maybe, especially if you are a bird.