Unbeknownst to us, we had ring side seats tonight for one of the biggest matchups of the season in the UHFC, that’s the Ultimate Heron Fight Club for those of you less familiar. We were spending a quiet evening on the seawall. Some of us were fighting over the last two functioning fishing poles, some of us were watching and waiting for the sunset and some of us were laying in the brand new used hammock. It was quiet and relaxing until we heard two loud thuds.
Our roof became the runway for two rather clumsy airplanes minus the landing gear. One after another two enormous blue herons landed. Theses guys were about four feet tall and their egos must have been over six. They strutted past each other with their beaks pointed up into the sky.
We watched as the circled closer and closer to each other seeing who could make the other flinch, I was doing a lot of flinching.
Much of the fighting they did was in mid air.
This one makes my knee cap hurt. Ouchy…
When I tell you we were close, too close for comfort, I mean, really close.
Finn taunted them as they taunted each other. They were taller than Finn, but he would have held his own if I had boosted him up there the join in. Despite FInn’s squeals, they never lost sight of each other. In fact, they didn’t seem to notice us at all.
I imagine they are fighting over this new territory and new family that probably appears as though they leave a lot of food scraps around. But I’m just not sure I want to be a belong to a heron and an aggressive one at that. They are beautiful from a distance, but standing five feet over your head is another matter all together. I’m not sure who won in the end, we eventually went back to our fishing and lazing and gazing and let the rooftop squabble continue. The loser eventually flew off to a neighbor’s rooftop and the winner stood guard over his newly won territory family. It certainly made for some interesting evening entertainment.
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