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The Herons ...cont'd from page 2
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
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 Continued on page 4
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