Egret Heron Flying

Today on my bike by the edge of Salem Harbor I looked up and there in the morning sky was an egret heron flying. The symmetry of its wings, its long legs perfectly in line, every aspect of physiology streamlined, it was a perfection of flight and grace. Could this be just a curious accident of natural succession? Wouldn't it be like finding a perfect painting and thinking a paintbrush without the painter had painted such a merited masterpiece?