Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Blue Heron majesty
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. 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.