Bye, Heron
Detail of great blue heron preening.
Mid-week afternoons in August are good at the lake. Many people are at work and many others go away on vacation the last 10 days of August, so I had the waters almost to myself.
I rounded a bend and unexpectedly came upon a man in a green canoe with the name Puffin stenciled on the side in white. He was sitting in the stern with his young son tucked against him, holding the boy with one arm, paddling with the other.
The boy was about 2 or 3, and beaming with happiness in his nice, bright yellow pfd.
Their canoe was perpendicular to the shore, and the little boy’s hand was pointing to the bank, his eyes so wide.
My eyes followed his finger … to a great blue heron.
The heron flew off, the canoe glided off, and I paddled on my way.
About half an hour later the green canoe returned, gliding up behind my yellow kayak, and then alongside me, so soundlessly I was unaware of their approach until they had overtaken me.
But the heron on the shore had seen them — his posture straightened, head perked up, a subtle shift in his stance as though about to brace for flight.
The green canoe just glided by, very very slowly, and when closest to the bird, the toddler jutted out out his hand and waved at the heron. “Bye heron,” said the boy.
And so the father waved, too.
“Bye heron,” said the man.
Then they were gone.
It was a tender, sweet encounter with the toddler in the green canoe. At any moment, he could have jumped up and squealed and clapped his hands in delight – all perfectly normal for a two-year-old. The spell thus broken, though, the heron would have flushed in alarm.
But the toddler didn’t.
And the heron stayed with me in the cove that day.
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Thanks to Paula for her Thursday’s Special Non-Challenge Challenge.
Thanks to Ailsa for her Where’s My Backpack: Sweet challenge.
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Great Blue Heron, Kayak Birding, Canoeing
Posted on February 6, 2014, in ardea herodias, Art, Great Blue Heron, Kayaking, Nature, Nature Photography, Parenting, Photography, postaday, Thursday's Special, Weekly Travel Themes, Wildlife Photography and tagged great blue heron, postaday. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
nice photo…a wing sculpture…children are very wise:-)
I’m so glad you like it, Robbie, thanks for your kind comment!
I love your narrative and adore this photo 🙂 Thank you Babsje 🙂
Hi Paula – many thanks, I’m so glad you like this story! And thanks again for hosting your wonderful Thursday’s Special Non-challenge challenge.
HI B what a lovely story and a great shot.
Margaret, Hi! Thanks so much for your kind comment, glad you like this post!
Interesting reading in the eyes of birds and animals, another sense shared without explanation — if we, as humans, could only be as honest and open, find that place and learn
to just be. Another neat encounter!
Hi John, thanks for visiting again and for your vey thoughtful comment, it’s poetic, and I agree with you!
I’m always happy to see someone teaching young children about nature.
Later in life you tend to love what you know. Those that were never exposed to it may not care about nature.
Hi Phil – Thanks for saying that, I agree wholeheartedly with you. It was delightful to watch that man with his son over the years, out canoeing together in the afternoons. I’m sure those experiences will stay with that boy for life.
Lovely post and shot. Esp like the ‘I wonder what I have under here’ pose.
Hi Tish – what a great caption your comment would have made!! Many thanks for your mind words, I’m glad you like this one! Best, Babsje
I wonder what that toddler will grow up to become.
Me too, good question. I watched father and son on the water over a few years. The family had a second baby then. I never saw both children out in the canoe, but maybe will this summer. I hope to.
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