In the spring heron at Herington nest at the south end of the lake in a stand of dead trees. Their nests are huge as they must be to accommodate these large birds. But come fall the heron have left the nesting ground for the shoreline. I have no idea where they spend their nights, but I know that it is not in their nests as the last time I looked their trees and nests had been taken over by flocks of noisy ducks.
The day that these photos were taken it was a misty, drizzly November day -- one of those eerie days that mystery writers love. Perfect for watching and listening to the ducks.
Let's hope the ducks are good housekeepers and leave things in good order for the heron to return to in the spring.