Meeting Mr. Heron
This morning the wife and I took a casual stroll along the riverbank with our pup. While I was gawking at an osprey way up in a tree, I didn’t see the Great Blue Heron standing in the mouth of the creek. We are lucky to have lots of both birds in our area. The heron, I learned, weighs less than ten pounds despite a massive frame. Apparently this is due to hollow bones, like all birds. And it if looks slow, don’t tell the fish. It strikes fast when it’s going for food. I was able to get fairly close before the bird spooked, doing a graceful flight out over the river, then a return swing up the creek drainage. Quite a treat for a Sunday morning stroll.