Sunday Morning at A Paddy Field

This is the place I pass by everyday on my way to work, but it manages only to catch my fleeting glimpse at the speed of 90km/hr. I have seen many pond herons wandering around over last few weeks, and am sure a glimpse must not be enough.

It is half past eight in the morning. I am feeling the burning heat, in such a way very different from Cerok Tokun, at which I am fully sheltered by the dense forest.

And I am seeing a farmer at work.

This very crude scarecrow seems to be not frightening the white-throated kingfisher away. You may want to know where is the bird, the answer is right in the next picture.

But there must be more birds hiding themselves in the paddy field.

Yes, here come the lonely pond heron looking for its early meal, but flocks of herons have gone missing. I am too late for the gorgeous season.

Anyhow, one or two are still entertaining. Catching them flying is just like catching the seconds, they are simply too fast for a amateur like me. A pretty good excuse, isn't it?

I am coming for the flock of herons, but receive many others in return. Some are dynamic to attract my attention, the others just stay besides the pathway quietly. I am so lucky to have spotted them.

But the morning moon is certainly not one of those, because though it is a single moon, everyone is always able to see at everywhere and in everyday.