Seeing one Great Blue Heron in the park is a treat. Seeing two of them is very special. I saw one in the afternoon sun in the grass on the western ridge, apparently resting; it wasn’t going anywhere and it wasn’t stalking or ready to pounce. Half an hour later I saw another one, sitting low and immobile on the rocks in the shadow of the Open Circle viewpoint in the park’s northeast corner.
Theoretically it might have been the same bird. But a look at the photos squashes that theory. The west side bird is youngish, perhaps middle age, and it has a couple of little white feathers standing up on its head. The bird in the shadows is an old timer, with blue scale on much of its upper beak, the whole beak a darker orange, and heavy, bushy dark feathers on its crown. These are different birds.
It’s great to see these giants of the local bird world visiting the park. Their size and majestic presence hold the attention of human visitors who don’t have eyes for smaller feathered creatures.