It was an uneventful evening and I was desperate to take home one good frame. By then, I had spent almost two hours stalking a Black-Crowned Night Heron, waiting for it to hunt a fish. This was the fourth day in a row I tried to find the Heron in action but in vain. Are you a photographer? – Suddenly a voice resonated from the bank of the lake. I turned around and saw Jorge, the fishermen, with his son looking at my camera and lens. I replied - Yes, I do take pictures. Have you seen the owls?...

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