Sunday, July 31, 2011
Black Crowned Night Heron
These birds make me smile. They remind me of little old men. They hunker down, staring motionless into the water, waiting for a fish to swim by, and all evenly spaced about 100 ft apart around the perimeter of the pond. Just like a bunch of fishermen, sitting evenly spaced, poles clutched in their hands, waiting for that first bite. Nobody looks at each other. No one wants to break the spell.
Although this photo dates from last month, the herons were seen again this morning as the boys and I walked by. Mr. Big was eying them, possibly wondering if, in his guise as Pigeon Slayer, he could take one on. I am a mean old biddy, after all, who walks them before breakfast.