GBH

Sitting on the porch the other day reading when Jill whispered thru the window to me:

Look.  Over there by your mulberry.  A heron.

Craning my neck to take a look; sure enough.  A great blue heron had sauntered into the yard to pay a call.

And without making a sound it took flight.

Blessed to live where the wild things are.  And I had the presence of mind to snap a quick photo...