Over the weekend, I went down to the river to hunt down the great blue heron. I didn’t have to go far – it was in one of its regular spots. It was cold and windy, yet it just stood there in the very cold water. You can see how cold it was by the ice on the rocks and logs.
It didn’t move much – just went from one rock to a log. I stayed as long as I could before my fingers were ready to fall off from the cold.