Several times a day I would scan the branches near the nest, feeling discouraged, and wondering if another brood had been lost to the depredations of the broad-winged hawks who regularly hunt in the area.
This was encouraging:
Even if I couldn't spot the herons, plainly the tree had visitors.
After a fruitless scan of the two front yard live oaks, I turned to go back inside, looked down at the sidewalk....... and got a surprise!
|This is about 4" long.|
There could be only ONE way for this little bream to appear on my front walk!
I spotted two young herons moving in the branches, the better to hide from view.
Later that afternoon, we were seeing a friend out--at a fortuitous moment! We witnessed three young herons being fed by an adult. (It's something of a mob scene, as the young scramble, flap, and climb to reach the adult and be fed. Evidence suggests that sometimes there is a bit of carelessness.
In the midst of our ongoing (seemingly endless) work at the lake, it's good to know that life goes on.