One fine spring morning a couple of months ago I spotted six funny little garden gnomes perched in a tree on the north side of the Celery Bog. Black-crowned Night Herons, cool! I hadn’t seen them in a while, and when I did it was always just one or two. I checked back that afternoon and they were now two trees over but still perched up there like little statues. I took a lap around the bog looking for warblers and two hours later I made it back to check on them one last time. Gone! Ahh, there they are. The sun was just dipping below the tree line and that can only mean one thing for a hedge of night herons: time to get in the chow line and wait for that dinner bell!