Mom and I caught this heron as we were leaving Sunday. He started out letting us get kind of close, then kept moving 20 to 30 feet as we watched him.
Here's a classic picture that everyone sees when they come into the refuge from the North entrance - the dead limbs with a bird on them - in this case, it looks like a rough-legged. In late January through February, the bald eagles sit here.
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