We spent fifteen to twenty minutes today sitting and watching an immature Green Heron at the LaPlatte River Marsh Natural Area. The youngster was somewhat clumsy and hadn’t quite got the hang of fishing. It started out on a branch about a yard above the water so it had to bend way over and stretch way down to catch a fish, clutching the branch with its humongous feet and extending its neck way beyond what looked possible. Twice the bird overbalanced and fell in. It then tried hopping from limb to limb, once successfully and twice landing awkwardly. Finally it decided to try a lower and wider branch of the fallen tree and was successful, catching two fish within a minute.