Near Red Bridge this morning, a heron stands on one leg, close to the point (comparable to Perth) of a ten foot long shale islet the shape of Australia. Three dozen Canada geese swim, preen and stand. One sleeps with its heads tucked under its wing. Most have wet snow flocking on their backs, which are horizontal and parallel to the ground like snow shelves.
The heron’s left leg is held up and the claw foot is curled – it is so prominent a feature and gesture it is visible from the snowy path where I walk, some fifty yards away. For the heron it is a simple balancing action, entirely natural.