I consider how it is to swallow grief *

This blue heron was hunting the pond lip telling me no closer please as I snapped this quick shot. It looks like it is foggy but it's just the pale sky reflecting. The pond edge is filled like a beach with leaf litter from all the trees that have dropped their spring clothes for the hardier summer fare. Mornings have been cooler here this past week, with low humidity and bright skies. Occasionally herons and egrets fly over our house, they are always silent, but I see them and follow their flight. There are many ponds and streams in my neighborhood and there is a constant shift of beasts moving to and from around us, silent and often unseen until one is lucky enough to catch them where they live, careful and wild.