Beautiful Baby Great Blue Heron

There had been reports in the local media about an alligator sighting at the lake, and I was happy that the red kayak and I weren’t on the lunch menu that day.

© Babsje (https://babsjeheron.wordpress.com)

Great blue heron fledgling in autumn.

It was November, and for the first time since early summer, I took the red kayak out for a paddle in the backyard lake.

It was exciting to catch a glimpse of a great blue heron in flight from the corner of my eye. He veered towards the small island in the cove at the eastern end, landed, and then slipped quickly into the brush and marshy reeds, just out of sight.

Slowly, surreptitiously, I paddled along the opposite shoreline on an eastward course, parallel to the shore of the small island, opposite the side where he had taken cover.

The paddling was tricky, the small wind-driven waves a challenge for the flat-bottomed whitewater kayak.

Slowly, I eased into position in a natural-cover hide, stern backed against a stand of reeds for stability, and craned my neck to get into position, binocs raised.

I wanted to see which of the two herons from last summer it was – one had long graceful breeding plumes dangling from the back of it’s cap, the other did not – but the sticks and shrubs perfectly camouflaged the heron lurking in the brush.

At last, slowly, the heron crept forward into a stand of reeds at the tip of the island.

I could just barely see a glint of the white and yellow patch on its face, just above the bill, but the neck and body were obscured.

I held my breath and watched and waited, binocs trained on the reeds, trying so hard to keep the kayak motionless, looking for any telltale riffling motion or parting of the reeds that would give a better view of the heron.

And then the heron emerged and stood motionless.

His watchfulness was palpable.

Cautiously, he stepped closer to the water’s edge, and I trained the binocs on his neck for the telltale plumes, and then it dawned on me.

This was neither of last summer’s herons.

It was a new heron.

A juvenile, clearly a fledgling born just a few months earlier.

I took it all in through the binocs, elation blooming by the second: the dark blueblack feather cap, the dark bill, the ruddy feathers…

We stayed together for about half an hour, the heron feeding and preening and feeding again, and ruffling and shaking the water from its feathers from head to toe just like a wet dog shakes it off.

Then I turned the kayak back towards home so the heron could feed in peace as long as it could, with the cold weather coming. What a lovely paddle it was.

No juvenile herons at all were sighted at the big lake that year.

How very wonderful to know the brood succeeded here at home.

Wordless joy to behold.

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Thanks to Michelle W and WordPress for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition. (The juxtaposition was the great blue herons’ breeding success at the small lake compared to their failure at the large lake.)

Thanks to Paula for her Thursday’s Special Non-Challenge Challenge.

Thanks once again to Stewart Monckton for the Wild Bird Wednesday prompt.

Thanks to Sue for her A Word a Week Photo Challenge: Undulate prompt.

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A selection of my heron and flower photos is now available at the Five Crows Gallery in Natick, MA. Drop in and see the work of the many wonderfully creative artists who show there when you’re in the area.

Five Crows is on FaceBook. To give the gallery a visit, please click here.

Remember: Walk softly and carry a long lens.™

The Tao of Feathers™

© 2014 Babsje. (https://babsjeheron.wordpress.com)

Great Blue Heron Fledgling, Fledgling, Kayak Birding

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Posted on January 30, 2014, in A Word A Week Photo Challenge, ardea herodias, Art, Birds, Great Blue Heron, Kayaking, Nature, Photography, postaday, Thursday's Special, Weekly Photo Challenge, Weekly Travel Themes, Wild Bird Wednesday, Wildlife Photography and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. A beautiful picture and a very interesting story!

  2. Love your opening comment LOL Babsje!

    • Hi Tina! Thanks, I’m glad you found it amusing. It was true, a neighbor who lived on the lake reported seeing an alligator in the waters. The story got a lot of media coverage. In Massachusetts, there are reliable alligator sightings and in recent memory an actual rescue of one that someone had released when it grew too large to be their pet. Apparently our winter climate makes long-term gator survival unlikely, but I wouldn’t want to personally be the one to find out otherwise.

  3. Beautiful. Loved to hear the story of the photo too. Never have been lucky enough to see a baby heron!

    • Hi Naomi, I’m so glad you like this post, many thanks for your kind comment. I hope someday you will see a baby heron. Your best bet is August or September if you’re in northern states.

  4. I am glad you weren’t on the menu 😆 This is a sweet photo, Babsje. Thank you very much for your link 🙂 I love the post!

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