The Herons
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3 heron chicks in a nest
Behold, the baby herons. Photo by Russell Duke.
a leafless tree. We wondered aloud why the birds had chosen this particular branch in this particular yard. It seemed so random.

    As the foliage began to come in, we noticed that one of the birds was always sitting in the nest, and we suspected that there was incubating going on up there. After about a month, we were thrilled to hear the squawking and screeching of chicks. We had babies! Over the next couple of months, we saw the batch of three chicks begin to grow, and get pinfeathers, and
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eat ravenously whenever mom or dad would fly up with food. We borrowed a bird book and discovered that our fine feathered friends were known as Yellow Crowned Night Herons. According to the book, these birds were supposed to be fond of coastal swamps and saltwater marshes. They were certainly fond of seafood, as proven by the reeking mound of crawdad shells underneath the
Poppa heron
Proud poppa heron. Photo Russel Duke
nest. I figured that they were doing their part to keep Waller Creek free of the little crustaceans. As the chicks grew, they would venture further and further away from the nest, first just cruising up and down the branch that the nest was on, then hopping and flapping from branch to branch, until the big day came when they all flew down and walked around on our trampoline. It took them almost all day to work up the strength needed to fly back up to the nest, but they finally did it, with plenty of coaching from mom and dad. As the chicks grew bigger and started to fly around the yard, we knew that the day was getting closer when they would fly away for good. And then one summer day I looked for the herons and they were gone.

    The summer faded into fall and the leaves came down, leaving the trees bare. We missed our birds, and wondered where they were and what they were doing. It was so cool that these birds had perched in our tree and shared their lives with us. We

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