Phil Lanoue Photography

Last week we were watching a Great Blue Heron in the salt marsh attempting to catch fish. He wasn’t having much luck and may have been getting a bit crabby. Well, we were about to find out exactly how bad a mood the heron was in. When another great blue landed in the marsh (not even very close to where our friend was) we quickly found out just how cranky he was. He marched, not flew, over to where the new guy landed and immediately the fight was on! I believe this was one of the first serious altercations I’ve witnessed between two great blues. They were literately at each other’s throats. After the battle was over, but without a clear winner, they gave each other one last shot then flew off to continue their day. By this time I lost track of which one was the initial instigator and which was the more recent arrival. But it didn’t matter now, no one was flying off happy, and both were likely still hungry. So it goes in GBH world.