A blue heron moment
With wildlife, we have moments that will never be repeated.
This a.m. I opened the curtains on our bedroom wide so the sister calico cats could enjoy their afternoon sunbeams.
Coming right at me, the blue heron. What a windspan, what grace of movement. The morning trip up river to some shoals where fishing is good.
I've always watched a blue heron since we bought the farm. Usually I'd see him or her in the late afternoon, flying very high on his flight path from up the Holston River, flying over our place to where ever he nested farther down the Holston. One year there were two on the afternoon flight path and then a younger third.
But this is the lowest I've ever seen one fly. Now I will have to watch for the afternoon return, just to see if he's changed to a lower flight plan.