When they are posted around a lake, ready to catch a fish, the black crowned night herons seem quiet, dignified sentinels. I was surprised, therefore, to find the noise for part of the year, during the last three years, came from the offspring of those herons -- like the clucking of chickens magnified six times. I guess it was their chicks demanding food. Now they have taken over. It is probably the fault of humans feeding them that they have boldly taken over the cars:
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