The great blue heron



 

Walking out the front door, my attention was caught by a deep guttural honk. Turning left, I spied enormous wings ascending over a nearby hill.
The long wingstrokes slowly coursed and strained against gravity. The gray muted light of early morning made it unclear exactly what was coming towards me. I quickly reviewed my mental checklist of possible birds. No color was discernable, only a dark silhouette. The wings were much too long and large for a crow, the rhythmic wing ...

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