Heron feeding time

I was feeling so good about the way yesterday's Trails Day walk went that I decided to lead another one—this time, for someone who couldn't attend on the 7th and really needed to see what she'd missed. This someone would be my wife Pam. So on an unexpectedly glorious late afternoon—the Weather Channel had predicted showers—we made the short drive to Henne and the short hike to the boardwalk. I set up the tripod and scope and aimed it at the heron nest just about the time that one of the parents flew in with food for the kids. The adult seemed to be counseling patience, but at least one of the kids wasn't buying the suggestion. "Me first!" the youngster appeared to be screaming. The two other siblings would quickly become equally raucous and demanding as soon as the parent dipped its head to offer up a delicious, if regurgitated, meal. Bon appetit!