Wednesday, October 24, 2007
BREAKFAST ON THE RJ RANCH
This morning a blue heron was hunting in the field in front of the house. Having previously been banished from the Koi pond by some well placed but obviously not lethal buckshot he was standing as still as a statue. I watched him as he hunted for his morning breakfast. I assumed he was searching for frogs.
He spent nearly two and a half hours standing, watching and carefully stepping about the field. I went about preparing for the day, organizing tasks to be accomplished, showered dressed and prepared to eat my breakfast. And, he was still there.
Fortunately for me, I saw him cock his head sideways and intently look at one particular spot in the field; watched him approach it carefully and then stand still again. I grabbed the binoculars just in time to see him grab a small rodent from its burrow. He shook it a few times; dropped it; picked it up again and then swallowed the struggling critter whole.
I wish I had had the camera to record the event.
Specter, watch out…
This morning a blue heron was hunting in the field in front of the house. Having previously been banished from the Koi pond by some well placed but obviously not lethal buckshot he was standing as still as a statue. I watched him as he hunted for his morning breakfast. I assumed he was searching for frogs.
He spent nearly two and a half hours standing, watching and carefully stepping about the field. I went about preparing for the day, organizing tasks to be accomplished, showered dressed and prepared to eat my breakfast. And, he was still there.
Fortunately for me, I saw him cock his head sideways and intently look at one particular spot in the field; watched him approach it carefully and then stand still again. I grabbed the binoculars just in time to see him grab a small rodent from its burrow. He shook it a few times; dropped it; picked it up again and then swallowed the struggling critter whole.
I wish I had had the camera to record the event.
Specter, watch out…