Sunday, September 21, 2008

A day on the river

A heron takes flight at the approach of human intruders.
The heron is a solitary bird who will, none the less, live in close proximity to humans. Found fishing in the shallows, they will watch you with a wary eye and take flight with a loud, protesting squawk when you get too close. Anxious to get back to fishing, or maybe a nap, they will land just a few yards away, only to take flight moments later as you row past. There is a resident heron in the slough where Doryman moors Mistral. The bird seems to know who the regular humans are and will tolerate an amazing amount of close activity. Inevitably though, that squawk of irritation and the lift of large graceful wings will announce that there are just too many people in this world.

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