Neither of us knew the other was there. The young Black-crowned Night Heron was down at the waters edge, at the bottom of a wooden trunk. I was up top, with a Great Blue Heron that could care less I was there first.

The small Night Heron likely saw the Great Blue up top and flew up to join him. That’s when he spotted me. The poor  bird didn’t know what to do. So he did nothing. Probably the best course of action.

If all this sounds confusing, blame it on the big Heron. He started it. The big guy walked down the dike road and stood next to me. Both of us just looking out at the water like two old friends. That’s when the little guy joined us.

I did nothing but stand there quietly. I didn’t want to scare either of them. Which in hindsight was ridiculous, I was there first.

I have a bunch of Great Blue shots to work through yet, and probably some Night Heron too.

At some point Ellen walked down the dirt road just looking at the three of us. One of those ‘you can’t make this stuff up’ moments.