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.