She sits so close to the river edge. Vulnerable, yet securely rooted to her purpose built nest. Her long neck bends and and wraps around her soft body, allowing her beak to nuzzle into the deep and luscious feather folds.
She rests. Occasionally with the casual raise of an eye lid, her seeing lens connects with the watching lens of the observer. Then it closes, and she rests again, her energy is preserved, as precious as the young ones she hopes to rear.
A shutter momentarily opens, and respectfully moves on.
