It didn't take long for the great blue heron to nail something in the darkness -- perhaps a tadpole or fish.
With the exception of weasels and ringtails, it seems almost everything at the Chimineas Ranch gravitates to the waterholes in late summer.
They don't always just stop for a drink either. This pool was filled with fish, perhaps bluegills, and the raccoons waded about while the pigs rooted on the banks.
For the life of me I can't identify the prey.
Can you?
