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.
Our house in Virginia was on a tiny pond inhabited by herons, among other things. I was thinking they were blue herons, but they looked like your grey. We always saw one, but one day I saw three flying around. Other than that, there would be one, slowly and gracefully stalking around the pond. I'd see it hoist and swallow a wiggling fish, but never saw it stab for it. It was a nice thing to see while washing dishes.
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Date: 2011-05-02 11:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-05-03 09:35 am (UTC)