As I drove to place a flag at grave this evening, a heron stood at the Spring Ridge Corporate Campus pond, across the water from the plastic decoy heron, which is in a constant pose of Essness. The live bird seemed to me to be regarding the fake one, as if studying it, as if it were in long and thoughtful consideration of just what makes the other bird tick. It was about 5: 48 pm.
When I returned from the trip to the city, I kept going and went on a country journey to see a horse about ten times bigger than a man. A heron flew above the little Cacoosing creek about 6:15 p.m. If the creek flew over the bird it might be news.