(Picture from last year, not this morning; and I even thought about bringing my camera today and thought the batteries are probably dead or almost dead and so left it at home.)
Ella and I got to the park around 6:30 this morning (she let me sleep late!). The weather was warmer than the past few days, not raining, but kind of spritzing, as if mist were bursting out of the air spontaneously to dampen us. Almost the first thing I saw was the heron, standing in the grass about 10-12 feet from us next to the small side of the pond. Thankfully Ella's attention was fully engaged toward the large side of the pond where a couple of Canada geese floated languidly. Having a chance to see the heron really close up, I am not sure he/she IS a great blue heron. I need to check the bird book again. If he/she is a great blue heron, he/she is a juvenile - but then that would mean not the same heron as last year. I stood and watched him/her and then the heron leaped into the air, unfurled his/her wings - which seem huge when extended, his/her heck crooked, head pulled back, making him/her look like an entirely different bird than the tall, sleek stately thing that poised in the grass, stock still - and floated across the pond and disappeared behind the trees. I didn't see him/her again this morning, although we walked around both loops once and the north loop twice.
It was a good morning in the cool (but finally spring-like) morning air, face and hair ever so slightly damp with morning mist, like a flower must feel when touched by dew.
Peace.
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