KOMO has a very nice gallery of the heron rookery in Marymore Park. It got us thinking about herons, and how amazing they are.
THIS should be the official 520 bird. When you ride buses across 520 into the city and sit on the north side of the bus, you almost always see these graceful motherfuckers chilling in the swampy bit by the old MOHAI, knee-deep in lake water and fishing for snacks. On nice days there are also turtles.
The heron is the calm, stately, poetic answer to the eagle’s garish boasting and icy hubris. The heron is for coming into the city, the eagle is for heading to the burbs. Eagles relive being a legend on Cap Hill.
Herons, think about it.