This is the first in a series on Great Blues. At this point I’m not sure how many more there will be. We encountered many on the back end of a large marsh.
Once summer is over the Great Blues tend to be in marshes and along the rivers. Being in the open it’s harder to get close. However, this day was an exception.
This bird was wading along in a deep spot. This was the first one we found.
Rather than fly off (and I later found out why) he walked until finding shallow water.
I was ignored while the deep water was an issue. But once that was finished the heron watched me to see where I was going, and how to avoid me.
There wasn’t anywhere else for either of us to go so we reached an impasse, finally solved by me walking away.