It steps quietly along through the shallows, looking for minnows, dragonflies and bluegills. Toward the end of its photoshoot, it stabbed a 3" bluegill and gulped it right down.
I keep watching green herons whenever I can, hoping one will use bait to fish with. There's a video of a bait-fishing green heron that a lot of people have sent me on Facebook. Yep, they do it! At fish farms, they learn to get fish food pellets from dispensers, drop them in the water and wait for lunch to rise up to get them. In the wild, they'll use a small twig or leaf, drop it in the water, and wait for curious fish to come.
I would hate to be a minnow under that gaze.
It was divine to be ignored by this gorgeous little heron, to watch it going about its business and fishing successfully. I love love love birding and photographing from my Wee Lassie canoe, Lois.
I love it because everyone ignores me and goes about their birdy bidness. In this case, processing a large cicada.
Browsing in the underbrush--a second buck in velvet.
Or just lighting up the shore with beauty: swamp rose mallow. Native, lovely, showy, ahhhh.
It wouldn't be a North Bend outing without at least one myskery. David saw this object high in a broken snag. "Is that an EGG?"
I paddled closer, burning with curiosity. "Yes! It's an egg!"
Now, there's only one kind of egg that could be, being almost the size of a hen's egg, and that would be a wood duck. I figured out what was going on by noting that it looked like the snag had cracked in half, exposing the heretofore closed cavity. Unhatched, broken or addled eggs are often left in the bottom when the ducklings depart. And the black mulch? Well, having examined a number of cavity nests in downed snags, I'd say that mulch is made up of organic matter, including but not limited to sawdust, feces, other unhatched eggs (see the one a few inches below the top one?), and dead birds. See the bird bone sticking out of the mulch? Eeew! and EEEEE!! Science Chimp heaven!
Check it out here: Birding Valhalla With Julie Zickefoose