Moments later, the heron took a couple of very slow, cautious steps, as if playing Grandmother's Footsteps, and then pounced out of view. When we saw him again, he had a beakful of wriggling fish, which he proceeded to gulp down.
We get great blue herons (which I think are fairly close kin) around here, but I've never seen one that close. (Night herons, yes, usually immediately before they notice me and fly off, squawking.)
This is the closest I've ever been to one myself -- we see them around on various ponds from time to time, and once one flew past, following the railway line, while I was washing dishes.
Oooh shiny!
Date: 2011-05-03 02:07 am (UTC)Re: Oooh shiny!
Date: 2011-05-03 09:46 am (UTC)