For that instant, the heron became a bridge between two worlds.

With one final, decisive strike, the malachite kingfisher smashed his catch of the day against the branch.

A rambling mist softly floats across the cold lagoon, creating a silvery veneer as a flamingo steps by.

The breaking thunder clouds reflected behind a lone brown snake eagle, perched majestically atop a tree, watching, waiting, its posture unwavering.

Swiftly, a yellow Cape Weaver twisted downward to inspect his work once more.

A loud gull screech echoed off the pier, startling all those around.

The pied kingfisher snapped the crusty morsel into the air, turning it mid-air in perfect circles.

Strutting up, the smaller flamingo turned bumping and waving her wing in a display of warning.

His wings wide, a white-back vulture arrives to claim a remaining bone from an old kill.

The young pied kingfisher snaps at the falling stick below like a magician.

A noisy squabble erupts alongside the shallow embankment as the small group of flamingos search for food.

A young Pied Kingfisher practices his catching skills on his perch.

The male cormorant waves his wings protectively over his mate, cooling her and the chicks against the unforgiving sun.

A fleeting moment captures the malachite kingfisher preening itself.

Flipping across the bamboo reeds, a Red Bishop brings its newfound material to build its nest.

A juvenile flamingo confidently strides toward a duo of adult flamingos, likely its parents, emitting loud honks.

The hornbill swerves away, turning towards his calling mate, his wingbeats stretching towards the skyline.

A moment in time - too quick for the human eye - captures the opaque nictating membrane of the malachite kingfisher as she cleans her wing feathers.

Captured in a frozen moment, a Red Bishop Weaver turns to attack a passing mayfly.

An egret, known for its elegance, begins its ascent into the heavens.