Great Blue Heron Stories
I still remember the first time I saw one
I grew up in Vernal, Utah, next to a creek. My sister and I spent hours playing in the creek with our nieces and nephews. We were out there year-round, as long as the weather was nice.
One day, I remember seeing a huge, blue-gray bird taking flight from the creekbed when we arrived. Its wing-beats were slow and the bird’s long…