Over the past couple of weeks, small and large flocks of white herons have been flying over the neighborhood. Late last week, a tiny flock of about a half dozen swooped across the road I was driving on. Around 7 o’clock yesterday morning, we spotted about thirty or forty showing off their Flying V Formation about a block from our cottage.
Each time, I didn’t have my camera ready, so I couldn’t snap a picture. But I’m hoping I’ll time it right one of these days.
My beau now calls these birds “The Christmas Herons,” since so many of them are congregating and flying overhead during this Christmas season, and there are much more now than what we see throughout the year.
There’s something nostalgic-sounding about “Christmas Herons,” and though maybe not so traditional in the traditional sense, from now on we, at least, have our “Christmas Herons.”
Stay tuned. I’m really hoping to snap a picture of an impressive flock of them soon. Meanwhile, enjoy this photo of one I took last month.
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