These days the nesting Herons have settled into a routine.
Some are poking new branches into a nest, others sitting on eggs, and some early arrivals swapping places so each mate can go hunt, for newly hatched chicks.
For the first time in a while I think these days will go undocumented.
Gates, public access points, and private lands are all being closed.
This morning we went out in wet and dark weather because we know soon we will probably be locked out… or locked in.
We have certainly made a mess of things…