Great blue herons are really bluish gray but are sometimes seen in colorful surroundings. As the “great” blue is the only “blue” heron anyway, I consider the word “great” to be superfluous. Blue herons where I live usually fly away before people can get at all close.
One day in June of 2010, however, was magical. The weather was warm and dry rather than the usual hot and humid. I was able to walk on a road beside a swamp w/o feeding every mosquito in the county. A blue heron foraging in a sea of water lilies was so intent on feeding itself that it ignored me. The view thru binoculars was almost as good as in a nature film, and there is something special about actually being there.
The resulting haiku is my response to Carpe Diem #922 sight (colors).
Swamp Colors
Ignoring pink and
yellow lilies, blue heron
stabs and swallows fish.
– above post (on phone) or beside it (on desktop). –
Mellow Curmudgeon 
Beautiful haiku. And you have good luck, I think; some see the heron as a sign of longevity. You did it justice.
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Love the haiku.
My mother in law has almost domesticated a few in her neighborhood. She feeds them hot dogs at more or less the same time everyday. I have participated in this feeding a few times and they come within about 10 feet. They are strangely beautiful creatures. I imagine I am seeing a miniature dinosaur. Which is perhaps kind of true.
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Fascinating story ! And the imagery of the haiku is sublime !
https://rajkumarmilan.wordpress.com/2016/02/23/colour/
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Given a choice between eating lilies or fish, I’d choose the fish, too. Love the vibrancy of your haiku!
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The heron’s sashimi is as fresh as it gets. 😀
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