Three herons flew above us this morning and one stayed, resting atop a windswept fir at the water’s edge.
Lifting his greatness heavenward, he stretched his neck to full length, then settled in and shared his elegant profile without a thought to vanity. Â So gracious was he that Ken had ample time to extricate his elaborate lens from its case, catching His Majesty against the painted sky.
Then, perhaps in response to a cue he alone could understand, he drew his sturdy legs up and back in one swift motion and took flight, his noisy sentiments echoing across the dark water.
Six people and three dogs were on this walk. We all saw the herons, Jenny just happen to describe it best! For more from Jenny check outÂ her blog