As I got out of the car there was a din of red-winged black birds and grackles: loud and harsh. I looked up to see what they were up to and there was a gorgeous Black-crowned Night Heron looking back at me, probably wondering what all the fuss was about.
This tree sits on the edge of the dike where I’ve recently been watching the White Pelicans, Wood Storks, and Eagles in the rice field pond. The Black-crowned Night-Heron sat there quite awhile watching too, giving me an excellent view of his red eye.
This Black-crowned Night Heron flew over the marsh and then right in front of where Ted and I were standing. I was expecting him to veer off as he got closer as we were right out in the open, but he obliged us with a slow, steady flight.
It was unusual to see a Black-crowned Night-heron out in the open like this. They usually are in a tree or hidden by undergrowth, especially if they aren’t actively feeding.
He’s standing on the interior of a pond that just two days before was under water on a high point that made an island. The pond is being drained, likely to control the growth of this grass would eventually choke the pond.
When I passed by a second time it had started to sprinkle.
The heron didn’t seem interested in feeding or taking cover from the rain, and strolled along the edge,