The heron comes to the pond almost daily. I suppose it will until the water freezes. I went in search of a poem to go with the picture I took this morning.
Blue Heron Stone
"Because I could not bring back
the blue heron
who watched us,
out of the river's shadows,
and then flew heavily away --
because I could not keep
her yellow metal eye
to remind me of fierceness --
I kept this stone. *
Blue-gray, like the heron,
layered by millions of years in the sea
by thousands of years in the river,
it is the circling clouds of a storm;
it is all weathers, all calm,
all the weight that keeps you from me
and holds us to the earth."
* One of the small stones I still can't resist bringing home from our travels.