There was a blue heron standing by the pond this morning, the same that I watched gliding in for a landing yesterday. Three dogs do not enhance a blue heron encounter. Photos are a challenge, and the heron is a cautious bird. Here is a terrible blurry attempt, but at least his general stature is evident.
The unfolding of wings as a heron takes flight is one of the noblest and most inspiring sights in nature. I highly recommend it.
Beautiful morning, enjoyed in spite of a deeply settled chest cold. Today I will cherish the privilege of being able to get back into bed.