Down the street at the bird sanctuary, I am used to seeing ducks, geese, songbirds, blue herons, snowy egrets, even a hawk once.
The blue herons that call this area home never seem to be around when I stop by ... until today.
The fog was drifting in tendrils across the water. There he was, standing silently in the haze on a partially submerged log. I pulled over to watch.
Eventually he flew away, his huge wings making barely a sound.
Isn't he awesome?