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Sunday February  12th 2012    Tim Candler

        It's possible there are Night Herons here in the warmer season.  From my reading I have discovered they prefer dusk and darkness in which to go about the business of hunting those same waterways that Grey Heron hunt during daylight hours.  Their call isn't enough to put the fear of god into an evening stroll in the way that some Owls can suddenly, and for no good reason, send a person running. A Night Heron sounds more like a little dog that may be confused or lost and slightly nervous, but like most bird noise there is in the call an unmistakable hint of bird-ness.

    While walking, we did see what I reckoned was a Great Egret in a bowl of water and reeds.  He watched our approach, and as we got closer he lifted himself into the air and moved probably fifty yards before settling again. The noise he made as he flew could have belonged to a stomach made sluggish by rich food and laziness, yet still hungry for more.  It was certainly a disgruntled call, and well worth hearing again, because had I been blindfold I would not have guessed such a noise could have come from a bird, and had it been night time, I most certainly would have been made worried.

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