Monday

H called me last night to say that one day in the prior week, she couldn't remember which one, she was walking in the park at around 6:30 in the morning and she saw "my" heron. The heron was standing on the small pond side of the bridge that goes over the neck of the two parts of the pond, still as a statue. H walked down to the shore to get a closer look and got very close indeed to the heron, who didn't seem at all disturbed by H approaching so near.

Thanks to H, I feel better and will start looking for the heron on and even under the bridge.

Ironically I think I may have seen the heron in flight yesterday afternoon myself, while walking Jessie in my own neighborhood. I saw a lone bird in flight approaching from the northwest, and it seemed big, but not a hawk because of its odd shape and light color. Maybe a seagull, I thought, wondering what a seagull would be doing in our neck of the woods (50 miles from the shore). Then as the bird passed overhead, I realized it was either a great blue heron or possibly a crane, but I think a heron, in fact, I think "my" heron on her way back to the park and our pond. Neck pulled in, long legs drawn out behind. Beautiful. Made my night.

Peace.