Look, maybe there aren’t that many wetlands left, because they are full of “airports sport fields houses roads road fill single wide trailers left over sidewalks trucked in from across town golf courses and and and and and”, and not many fish, but that’s not going to stop the blue herons from getting lunch. Here’s a Great Blue out hunting mice in a hayfield two kilometres from the lake.

Here’s another Great Blue down at the tiny outflow of an itty bitty creek consisting mostly of road wash (salty, mmm) and boulders blasted out of the mountain (for the road), but, still, looking for fish…

Now, Great Blues are solitary birds, largely, but, um, that seems to have changed, too …

He Learned His Tricks from the Canada Geese!

I mean, how else do you find the mice? Beats me.

If you’re a heron on a planet turned into a mistake, it pays to keep your eyes open. Oh, as for the hayfield, sorry, that’s an orchard that’s been turned into a tax dodge. Hay is not produced here. Only bales of weeds. Which are spiked by a tractor and driven three kilometres down the road to feed cattle. Sort of. I wonder. If they were released from their pen, would they wander down to the lake? Who knows, in these changing times.