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Beth

A wonderful Friday Fact, Wesley! I love Great Blue Herons. Last summer, we were sitting at a stop sign when we looked over and saw a Great Blue Heron standing in a little creek/ditch within a few yards of the road. What a lovely bird. I had no idea that they could live at 4900 feet above sea level. Thanks for enlightening me with your lively and interesting post!

June

Blue herons are beautiful and majestic birds. We see a lot of them at our home in Florida. I love watching them for their grace both when standing and flying...and their skill when fishing. So still until...bam! They make their move. Like Beth, I never knew that they had any interest in living anywhere but at the coast...certainly not in the mountains. Great FF. My FF is posted: Disambiguation is up. Hope you don't fall asleep reading it :-)

CountryDew

This is a wonderful post. These are indeed majestic birds. We have one on the farm pond occasionally. I can never get close enough to get a photo. They seem to be very sensitive creatures, attuned to movement.

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