This first year Great Blue Heron stopped by for a visit while I was sitting in a one-man chair blind late one evening. The heron came in and landed in the river in front of me full of confidence, but he soon began to appear nervous and tentative. I believe he may have been familiar enough with the area to recognize my chair blind as being out of place. Whatever the case, the stately blue bird never did settle down enough to begin fishing. Instead he move from one place to another trying to find a comfort zone. Eventually, he just gave up and headed for the trees. It was getting dark anyways, so after a couple of angry-sounding squawks the Great Blue Heron seemed to resign himself to going to roost a little early on this night, and I did not see him again.
