Day One Hundred and Forty-Five: Out of the Blue

In the back yard of my parents' house there is a pond, large enough to be shared by neighbors on its four surrounding city streets.

And in the middle of the pond is an ever-mutating clump of mud and vegetation affectionately known as "the bog."

And in the middle of this bog - where I have stood from time to time (though more commonly in the winter months when the pond, and bog, are frozen) - comes a blue heron in search of a meal.

This great bird almost seems out of place - too exotic for our boggy little pond. Nonetheless, it faithfully appears, stands stoicly in search of food, then gracefully glides off to the next promising pond or lake in the neighborhood.

Here is a more artistic rendering* of the great blue heron in flight:

*Photographer's note: Artistic Rendering is code for, "the picture was too blurry to show otherwise!"