We had not seen our friend the heron since Christmas Day so my husband and I were so excited when we saw our friend as we walked the beach early Mother's Day. We have now named him 'Hound Dog Heron'... he just hangs around...stalking fishermen for their bait, never moves as walkers climb then cross the rocks...only flies away to gather someone's bait for a snack. But on the day, 'Hound Dog Heron' thought he would take a flight...as soon as he took off from the rocks he was instantly caught in a local fisherman's line. Oops for both!

The fisherman immediately cut his line. To his surprise 'Hound Dog Heron' flew back to the rocks and sat patiently while the fisherman untangled the line from his feathered body.

All was well... no injuries...and 'Hound Dog Heron' is back chillin' and sunnin' on his rocks.