In praise of the ordinary night heron.
The first time I saw a black-crowned night heron, it was late one night on the docks of Alameda, California. My first thought was, “there’s something wrong with that seagull.” As I got closer, the being in question revealed itself to be a football-shaped bird, sitting perfectly still on the edge of the dock, its formidable beak pointed down at the water. There was something compressed and grumpy about it.
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