An evening for Egrets

The sun went down on the first evening of 2010. The outboard motor that had growled and gnashed through the backwaters in the morning was now silent. The water lapped placidly at the speedboat's fibre hull. A Stork-billed Kingfisher (Pelargopsis capensis) trilled absently. But for this Great Egret (Ardea alba) and Little Egret (Egretta garzetta), it was business as usual. Only another fifteen minutes of dying light before close of play. And their conversation, I suspect, was only about food.