On Sunday afternoons I usually get to pick someplace that I would like to go for an adventure. Last Sunday I asked to go to the rookery. We have not been there since 2009.
We stopped by a local auction sale, didn’t buy a thing but got to visit with friends…then were were off to the rookery. Jo drew us a map so we wouldn’t wander around Hubbard County half the day.
The first thing I noticed was the smell of very odiferous dead fish and there were just a few fish skeletons on the road with bit of decaying meat still attached to their bones. Uffda..then the croaking sound of young herons wanting to be fed. It was a symphony of many little voices which must drive the parents up the wall or at least far out into the lake to fish where it is quieter.
I had a better camera this time around. I wrote about the Great Blue Herons before, you can find that blog post here..it is not for the faint of heart..they do not feed all the chicks that hatch..it is the survival of the fittest:(