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As I explored life on a salt marsh, I came to know many a heron, beginning with great blues. They allowed me to sit with them as they patiently hunted. I learned their different molts. I awoke at night to squawks in the oaks near my windows. After years, I finally found my way into the lives of their smaller and secretive cousins, especially the little blue, tricolored and little green herons. And then the wood storks, threatened in Florida and moving to our river, slowly showed me their odd fishing methods in which they wait for a creature to touch their probing beak and seize it with the fastest reaction time known in nature.