Well old man winter is not relinquishing his hold on Montana and I am not going to make it to the garden today. It has been snowing every since Sunday and about a foot in the last twenty four hours.
So I will go to my next passion, the birds. I was reading by the big picture window when a large shadow caused me to look outside. A great blue heron was just landing in our creek and commenced to walk up stream with his eyes on the water. He walked very slowly lifting each leg cautiously and placing it carefully back into the water making sure not to cause any ripples or stir up dinner. Directly in front of the window he stopped and suddenly jabbed at the water to come up with a fish impaled on his long slender bill. One little flip and the fish was in his mouth and down his throat whole. Bob is always trying to fish the creek before the heron saying that he eats all the fish in our little Mountain Creek. Of course the heron does not have fishing regulations to contend with.
The blue heron does not always hang in the creek but likes to sit on the tops of trees to view the landscape and check for fish, aquatic insects, rodents, small birds, and small amphibians and reptiles which makes up his desired foods. They are found all over north America all the way up to Alaska. The herons east of the Rocky mountains migrate to Central America or northern South America while the western herons stick out even the toughest winters. Hey they made it through this winter. They nest in colonies close to water having 3-6 young chicks. Both parents feed the chicks by regurgitating their food for them.
The blue herons are so much fun to watch and I feel lucky to have them in my neck of the woods.