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!)
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John and I noticed the area on Rt. 8 south of Franklin where the heron nests are abundant in the trees...are filled now with many herons sitting on their nests. It's a beautiful site. The nests are at the top of the trees...but the highway happens to be at tree top height.
Hmm, hint taken.
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