It’s summer, July, and the Great Blues have moved out of the swamps and rookeries. Now the big marshes with all the available food is busy.
It’s also more work for us. These marshlands are big.
A Great Blue flew past, going fast, towards the grasses. He had purpose and other Herons in his sights.
I lost him in the grasses and Spanish Moss blocked my view.
Everything was about territory and chasing out intruders. The intruders felt the same.
There were many disagreements this morning. When it gets too hot, or they need to eat, a truce is called.
ACE Basin, South Carolina.