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Yesterday when my husband told me to look outside, I expected to see one of our local foxes.  Or deer.  Instead look who was visiting.  Unfortunately the SIZE of this guy isn’t clear.  Our blue heron friend was about five feet tall.  I’ve never seen a larger one.  I was thinking ostrich.

The photo is taken through my window and screen, but moments after I snapped it, he flew away.  I’m surprised his wing spread didn’t create a pseudo-eclipse.

Did I mention I live in a suburban neighborhood in Northern Virginia, about 10 minutes, as the blue heron flies, from the White House?  My son, who lives a mile and a half from a paved road, says we see more wildlife here than he does.

So why did Mr. Heron visit?  Because we have a pond.  A pond without fish.  Last year, one of his buddies made a stop.  Moment of silence, please, for the quickly departed.  Hint here, if you want a pond AND fish, a pipe of some sort for the residents to hide in is a good idea.  Even if you live ten minutes from the White House.

Lagniappe.  It’s everywhere!  Tell me about yours.

8 Comments

  1. Debbie Haupt on February 3, 2009 at 11:44 am

    Wow, great picture. Imagine what you’d get to visit you if you lived rural.
    I’m picking up my copy of A LIe for a Lie tonight. So exciting! Really just stopping by to say hello.
    Deb

  2. Joann Bentson on February 3, 2009 at 11:44 am

    I just read your blog for the first time. Enjoyed it very much. Will be looking for the Tales of the Pacific series.
    ? I it possible to buy the sweat shirt tote bag you talk about in your newsletter?
    I look forward to all of your emails. Make my days
    Joann

  3. Emilie Richards on February 3, 2009 at 12:37 pm

    I wish the Tales of the Pacific was available, but they’ve been out of print in the US for a very long time. No plans I know of to reissue. As for the sweat shirt tote bag? I was making a sweatshirt jacket, and used some “unfortunate” color choices. The result was too bright for me to wear, being the shy, retiring person I am, but I am making it into a tote bag instead. Basically it’s a crazy patch on a sweatshirt–I used batiks. I wrote an article for Quilter’s Newsletter magazine about my color choices. A cautionary tale.
    When I finish the bag, I’ll show it on my blog. I am so glad you’re enjoying my emailed newsletter. Thanks for commenting.

  4. Emilie Richards on February 3, 2009 at 12:38 pm

    I am afraid if we move out to the country we’ll have lions and elephants. We do attract critters. Someday I’ll blog about the copperhead in our kitchen. Here, in this very house.
    It’s always nice to see you here. Thanks for stopping by.

  5. Cindy Dickinson on February 3, 2009 at 3:17 pm

    How wonderful! I would have loved to see the blue heron.
    I am enjoying your blog tremendously. Pat Sloan linked to your inauguration day post, and that is when I discovered your blog. I have been anxiously awaiting the A Lie for a Lie book also. I will visit my book store tomorrow.
    Bye!
    Cindy in TN

  6. Emilie Richards on February 3, 2009 at 3:24 pm

    I’m so glad you found me, and hope you find A Lie for a Lie very soon. Thanks for letting me know.

  7. Cheryl Johnson on February 4, 2009 at 8:52 am

    Emilie, I love the blog! I just wandered in when your newsletter went out and I’ve really enjoyed catching up.
    A copperhead in your kitchen? I believe I’d wait to tell that story until after I moved! I’m chicken enough to give up the pond to get rid of the snake. Snakes=get me outta here in my book.
    I love the new project you and Pat are working on. I threatened to move to Virginia so I could have fun too!
    Cheryl

  8. Emilie Richards on February 4, 2009 at 9:04 am

    Omigosh! I’ll call Mayflower right now. There’s a house for rent right down the street. Except maybe we wouldn’t get any work done?
    The copperhead is, of course, no more. Neither was this the first time we’d had one in our house–although the first time in THIS house. Apparently poisonous snakes are my husband’s “totem.” He runs into them everywhere. Luckily I was gone the night this one appeared. And you can believe I did not step foot in the house again until he was trapped two days later.
    You know, now that I think about it, maybe snakes are my totem, too. The largest coral snake in existence was found three doors down from my house when I was a child. Then it was topped by one found at my high school, just up the street.
    Are you going to join us for the Season of Grace? We really are having fun.
    Thanks for stopping in. It’s a pleasure to have you here.

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