I heard them way before I got to the swamp: they were squawking the way they do when a parent has brought food. Instead of feeding, the scene when I got there was more like a human telling his sibling what’s what.
You could practically hear “You’re not the boss of me!”
I’m not sure if this was backing down or just requisitioning.
And as is often the case with humans, it was all over a couple minutes later, apparently with no harm done.
A lone adult, perhaps from this nest, stood with a tired look at the edge of the pond. The adults all around the rookery are starting to look like they have had enough.
That last shot is very nice.
Thank you!
Wonderful shots Ellen. You had a great day!
Thanks, Gina! It was quite a show.
Quite the encounter. Excellent photos!
Loud and pushy–not very heron-like! Thanks!
Teenagers! hee hee Great action shots, I feel for the adult in the last photo, you captured it’s tiredness perfectly.
We’ll be seeing them trying out their wings soon!
I grew up in a family with eight siblings–that scene looks familiar. Great action shots.
Eight, I bet it does! Thanks, Mike.