It seems that herons spend a lot of time standing on one leg with their neck pulled in. This guy looks like a grandpa with his hunched over posture and his beard.
Most likely, though, while he soaks up some rays of sunshine, he is thinking about where his next meal will come from. He is quite capable of standing perfectly still, conserving his energy. He will step off his rock patio when he gets hungry and stalk that frog he’s been watching. The frog will most likely think the heron is just another rock or a shrub of some sort because it hasn’t moved in so long.
“No, please don’t spear me,” Froggie cries,
“My life has been so short.”
“But, Fred, you’re lunch,” the heron sighs,
“I don’t do this for sport!”
“Whatever shall I tell my wife,
When I’m not home on time?
It seems so cruel to take a life,
In fact, it is a crime.”
“I’ll tell you what,” the heron said,
“You need to eat as well.
Don’t worry. Eat some flies instead,
And I’ll just wait a spell.”
As Freddie Frog lapped up the flies,
The heron quick and able,
Got ready to ignore his cries,
And speared him for his table.
**Photo by Sonia from her visit to the George C. Reifel Migratory Bird Sanctuary in Delta, B.C.
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