Jordan Lake Dam, Haw River: Doc Ellen’s Evening Note 10/20/2020. Just as this fledgling great blue heron is gathering himself to take the mists of dreams with him to his evening roost, may you too gather your dreams and sleep well. Peace and Grace, Doc Ellen
Jordan Lake: On June 5, 2020, Captain Doug and I, while out on Jordan Lake, came across a great blue heron. He had somehow peeled his face from the corner of his beak to just in front of his eye. We both wondered if he would be able to heal. Captain Doug kept an eye out for the heron as the weeks went by, but didn’t see him. Then on September 16, 15 weeks later, we found the great blue heron. Eye still bright. Skin scarred around the eye and pulling it into an oval, but the bird looked just fine. Does have a very distinct look. Whew!!!
Jordan Lake, Haw River: Feathered Kinetic Energy smoothly surges from the toes through to the sharp beak as this great blue heron launches and displays that energy that is possessed by a body because of its motion. The physics of kinetic energy explained by a single bird.
Jordan Lake, Haw River: While out with Captain Doug on the lake yesterday, we spotted this fledgling great blue heron. The youngster was hatched this spring, but, his young age doesn’t keep him from knowing with absolute certainty that all of the shoreline belongs to him. He walked the fallen tree to the end and surveyed his world.
Jordan Lake Dam, Haw River: Great blue herons are very territorial, and are that way from the moment they fledge from the nest. Each bird wants his share on the shoreline … and will fight to maintain control of the area. The fledgling great blue heron tried to land on the shore of the riprap. He was promptly flattened by a subadult great blue heron – about 1 1/2 years-old – who had a stake on that piece of property. The ensuing fight was loud and quite aggressive on both sides. The fledgeling is the one whose head is mostly a mottled brown and the subadult has a lot of white on his face and the beginning of the black striped cap of an adult. Neither bird seemed worse for the fight as the fledgling, for the moment relinquishing thoughts of acquiring the piece of shoreline, headed for the opposite side of the river. It finally got quiet on the riprap.
The sun was hot and bright. The Haw River was running gently. A great blue heron fledgling was fishing … sometimes he got his fish … sometimes he missed. Practice is both the key to the catch and the key to getting the fish from the front of the beak to inside the beak and down the throat!