A flump flump of great wings conveyed our visitor across the lake to the intense scrutiny of two ordinary housecats.
“Oh,” said Scout, “if only we could climb through this screen you would make a fine dinner.”
“Two dinners, maybe three,” added Patches, who was better at estimating portions than her sister.
The visitor surveyed them with cold amusement.
“Good luck with that, you silly house animals.”
And with that he flew away.
Note: Neither of the blue heron pictures were taken by me. I found them on Pinterest but was unable to find a credit. My own heron would not stay in one place long enough for me to snap. I guess he didn’t care for the fame and fortune being featured in my blog my bring him. His loss.
The flying heron is wonderfully graceful!
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We have a nesting pair on our little lake. They are incredible.
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