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.

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.

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.

Captured in a frozen moment, a Red Bishop Weaver springs into action, seizing a passing mayfly.

The heron skilfully lifts its reward as the fish puts up one final, desperate struggle.

A flamingo runs forward with a pitter-patter across the lagoon to take-off.

His whiskers mirror a moment akin to his plumage.

The graceful heron, a master of patience and precision, raises its prize aloft as the tenacious fish makes one final, desperate struggle.