I know I’ve posted this before, but every year these blue heron come back to these specific trees. One twig at a time they make their nests. They squeak and squawk and fly for the exact twig. Well, these twigs are big enough to be a branch.
Their mate is in the tree, waiting patiently. It’s fascinating.
They seem so prehistoric with a large wingspan, a long neck and extended, outstretched legs.
Really fascinating. I can watch them for hours. And, I do.