This morning I looked out the window and saw a great blue heron flying past. I don't often see them on our mountain--I hope we have a pair nesting near our pond.
I love herons for their grace in flight, their long-legged elegance, their patient diligence, their ability to blend in with the branches along the shore. I admire them as the most purposeful of birds.
I've owned this pair for a long time. I'll probably wish I could wear them this summer at the river where I greet herons as I paddle. I may need some more herons. (That's a hint!)