An hour ago, a mixed flock of herons and egrets came by and stood around long enough for me to take a picture then disappeared like magic. I know that the fat one in the middle is a local (that's his fishing spot) but the rest are migrants. Mixed migrating flock? Hmm.
One of these days, I'll bike around Redwood Shores and take pictures of all the resident herons and egrets. I think they somehow divided up the waterways in this area because I have yet to see them fight over their favorite fishing spots. At each spot, I see the same bird day after day which makes me wonder if they sleep there as well.