A Blue Heron

Nothing that I want to talk about happened today on my day job. But, while I was working, a great shadow passed over my window. When I looked down into my back yard, a Blue Heron landed next to my young Crape Myrtle tree. Before I could get a photo, he leapt into the air and flew away through the overhanging evergreens that border my yard. I was awestruck at his size, his grace, his great wingspan, not to mention his very long and sharp beak. Cooped up in my office, I felt caged and earthbound, happy to have a momentary glimpse of a free being, even if he stayed only for a second.