Ten thirty at night, driving through Oakland's Chinatown, we glimpsed a large bird perched on a sign. We went around the block and there was a black-crowned night heron (Nycticorax nycticorax) on the LEFT TURN ONLY sign, two more on a jewelry store awning, and another on a pho restaurant awning. We knew that night herons scavenged fish parts in local dumpsters, but no dumpsters were in view.
We pulled over and watched from the car. A heron might fly from an awning to the top of a NO PARKING sign, or shuffle along an awning. They weren't alarmed when cars drove by, or when waiters from the restaurant on the corner came out for a smoke. They flew to
Mostly they stared intently down toward the sidewalk. Odd. Night herons spend much of their working life staring intently into water looking for swimming prey. I could not see the sidewalk from where we were, because parked cars were in the way, but nothing seemed likely to be swimming there. If the restaurant had kindly put fish offal out, why wouldn't herons just go down and get it?
I speculated that the night herons were waiting until dumpsters got put out, and staring intently just because staring intently is their habit.
The scene was one of social complexity, awaiting its naturalist, a Goodall of the dumpsters, a Schaller of the streets. A heron suddenly popped into view, flapping up from the sidewalk, as if fleeing a kerfuffle of some kind. We realized there were more night herons on the sidewalk, either consuming or awaiting some fishy bonanza. The ones we saw peering intently were envious bystanders. Perhaps they were low-status birds – young birds? – wondering when it would be their turn.
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Awaiting a McCarthy of the motorways? "Fishy bonanza" is my favorite phrase of the week.
Posted by: DaffodilPlanter | April 01, 2010 at 04:32 PM
Yet it's not quite right as a band name, is it?
Posted by: Susan McCarthy | April 01, 2010 at 04:59 PM