The Great Blue Heron
Why do the
Great blue heron
Fly away when
I get close by?
They must think
That my camera
Will shoot them
And make them die!
Why do the
Great blue heron
Fly away when
I get close by?
They must think
That my camera
Will shoot them
And make them die!
I know that people really can’t “roll in the grave”, which is what, if it were humanly possible, my teetotaling Great Grandmother Adelaide would have been doing last night while I was bottling up and capping said spirits in the kitchen long after everyone else had begun to slumber. Maybe the fact that I waited to do this late at night, in quiet solitude means somewhere back in my ancestry, there might have been some moon shiners doing the same thing in the backwoods of northern Alabama. But wait, Great Grandmother was a teetotaler.
But if you try sometime, you just might find you get what you need. Oh that these lyrics from a popular Rolling Stones song could become the mantra behind the commercial and recreational fishermen who share the inland and coastal waters of south Louisiana, the fate of which will soon be decided in the House vote for the 2012 State Master Plan for Coastal Restoration and Protection.
Remember the old song that repeated these words:
“You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone!”
For some reason, those words just keep coming back to me over and over again in regards to all that we enjoy here in our life on the bayou.
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This story has nothing to do with the bayou or the wetlands, but I just have to use this venue to vent and get some feedback from the Faithful Few. Day before yesterday, I went to town to the grocery store, and as I walked through the produce department looking for cabbage, there were two…
It took a while but we finally have a WINNER! The son of Debbi from Texas wins a signed copy of Before the Saltwater Came. Please email me your mailing address so I can send you the book. And what does Chaoui (pronounced shawee) mean? It means raccoon in the local dialect of he Houma…
I don’t have my copy of “The Yearling”—did Jody witness the dance of the herons or sand cranes? These are beautiful pics BW!
Love the last photo!
Just figured out why my replies haven’t been getting through. I typed out a response to your question this a.m. (which didn’t appear) about the Herons flying off. So here goes…Ya got to use the trolling motor. You should know that from fishing. That bird was looking at her next meal and you ran in there and scattered it. She flew off in disgust and “cussin” you. LOL! Actually, I KNOW BW wouldn’t do something so rude and unsporting. Doesn’t matter if it’s birding or fishing.
You’ve been posting comments here a long time . . . what was the glitch? LOL!
Flop a kayak on the ‘tooner then sneak up on them. Those water level shots of gator eyes ought to be cool too. Egrets and herons grouping up here.
Here’s a thing I been observing. White egrets can snatch fish in hover mode. Herons not so lucky.
Come on, where’s those other wading birds?
Been pondering getting some ‘cement’ pelicans for Big Pink.
BW wants some cement pelicans. What’s Big Pink got that I haven’t got? LOL! I do not care to ever get close to a gator in my kayak, thank you very much. What? I focus on one bird for a specific reason, because they are abundant right now, and you clamor for something else. Dang it. I can never make everybody happy.
Ok I am going over to the home of the ‘cement’ goose next weekend. They got everything. Well maybe not Choup’s fave dolphin but a lot. I got an intarsia heron. That will be your word for tonight.
I don’t have to look it up. My father did intarsia, and even made his own patterns. I’m wondering if you have a true intarsia or just a wood inlay. And where did you get it? I’d like to see it. Photo, perhaps?
They are real, not flat puzzle things. Guy lives in Webster, Fl. Was from my home town area a long time ago. I’ll see about a pix soon.
Fantastic shots! I love the 2nd and the last one. In the 2nd photo, are those wild elephant ears growing around the tree trunk?
Thanks for the compliments, but these are pretty much done “on the fly” and not as good as they could be! And yes, those are wild elephant ears. The further fresh you go, the more there are.
Gorgeous photography! These photos bring a bayou scene of complete peace and calm.
Welcome to Bayou Woman, Martha, and thanks for the kind words. Come back any time and meet the great people who visit here! We have lots of fun when BW posts something interesting!!
Where IS that Bayou Woman?
Just remember, BW. A picture is worth a thousand words!
To snap a great blue heron,
you’ve got to be quite daring!
And sneak up quietly, like a mouse
(or “petite souris” here in the south).
Kill that motor! “Paddle, Termite”!
Grab the camera, focus just right…
Alas, she flies! She glides on by.
Maybe next time, shutterfly.
*wink*
Oh my! Outdone by my progeny! Isn’t my Dotter just an improved chip off the old block? LOL!
When I re-read my little impromptu poem, I have to laugh at how cheesy it is! I don’t think Dr. Middleton would classify it as some of my better work! *lol*
Impromptu? Honey, most of us can’t write a poem that good even if we sit all day and work on it! I LOVE it!
Playing catch-up with your site. Wow! Your pictures are BEAUTIFUL, W.!
Thanks so much, Jenny!