An island on the west side of the lake serves annually as a Heron nursery.

If you look up one hundred fifty feet to the tops of the cypress trees, if you are lucky, you'll see heads silhouetted against the sky.

A little magnification reveals more heads. As I walked around the lake, a great squawking came from the trees.

A discussion seemed to be going on.

Or perhaps a domestic squabble -- who's going to go fish for dinner? The adolescents are getting noisy.

Oh -- all right, I'll go.


Peace has returned to the nest.
The Great Blue Herons have nested at Stow Lake every year since the early 1990s. They are worth a visit; go check them out and you can make up your own anthropomorphic fable.
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