Jurassic
I arrived home to find Tim sitting on the patio, soaking up the late afternoon sunshine. Eager to join him, I quickly tossed the cushions onto our patio swing and jumped right into relaxation mode. No sooner had we settled in than a great blue heron flew overhead and perched high on one of the trees overlooking the river, clearly scouting for dinner. With its enormous wingspan and prehistoric appearance, these birds always remind me of something straight out of Jurassic Park . Even though we see them fairly often, they never fail to leave me in awe. The smaller birds seemed a bit unsettled by the heron's commanding presence, fluttering about as if deciding it might be best to keep their distance. Tim and I, on the other hand, were completely entertained. When a great blue heron takes flight, its wings can span five or six feet from tip to tip. Watching one glide effortlessly through the air is an incredible sight, equal parts graceful and powerful. I always feel especially lucky ...
