I knew the blue heron was there because I had seen it land, settling in the mid-pasture marshy land.
How about this?
As the heron flew off, I did my best to capture him in a photograph. For a moment, he was easier to see.
Charles Kingsley said,
“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful. Beauty is God’s hand-writing — a way-side sacrament; welcome it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower, and thank for it Him.”
He forgot “in every heron.”