White-faced Heron was just as intent on me as I was on him. Keeping my distance, I didn't want to intimidate him, nor spoil the opportunity to get a few pics.
at this point we parted company; you go your way, I'll go mine
Along the foreshore where the heron walked, I sat on this seat to cool in the shade for a short while and noted the little white shell under the large Casuarina (she-oak) tree, to my left. You can just make it out, sitting there (if you know where to look)
wonder which bird it belonged?