Wednesday our temps were in the 80s, so while Michael was cooking dinner, the kids and I went down to the river. The river runs in a channel between the forested hill on the opposite side, and our forested property, which rises in two levels up to the inn.
I was talking to EM when NB suddenly said, "Mom, look!"
A blue heron was flying upstream, about 10 feet above the river. It flew the length of our property and landed at the park a little to the south of us.
Blue herons are graceful and languid in flight, at least to my eyes.
Seeing the heron almost made me stop worrying that the frog we found at the river will not recover from LW's attention.
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