Before swimming earlier this week, I took a walk along
the Central Canal promenade. While crossing the Washington Street Bridge
over the White River, I heard a loud, strangled squawk.
Below me, on a stack of driftwood, I saw a blue heron. They are timid
birds that flee just beyond the reach of my cameras, so I've
never had one stay close enough to get a good shot.
This time, however, I was able to take three pictures before
he became too nervous and flew away.
I don't know what it was that he was squawking at, unless it was
what appeared to be a solitary migrant cormorant, paddling
in the middle of the river. Whether the heron was calling out
warnings or friendly directions cannot be known by me, but it was
the only creature around for him to have been shouting at.