I wish you could have been at our house this morning. Murphy and I went out the back door for his morning ablutions and while I was chanting the morning litany, "go potty, go potty, go potty", I glanced out at the pond and saw a Blue Heron just standing on the grass path by the pond.
I whispered, "Murphy, good boy, all done, let's go" and backed my way up on to the patio and in the back door. Murphy was intrigued by my strange walking. Once we were both inside I grabbed my camera and snuck outside again.
Of course, he took off but he decided to make a U-turn and go back to the pond. I stood frozen to the spot not daring to move. Once he was in the pond I tiptoed (remember that Walt Disney movie, Fantasia?) instead of a tutu picture a bright red shirt.
I tiptoed as close as I could get to the pond. He was watching me.
I raised one foot, balanced on the other and with Zen like grace, placed the foot that was in the air, on the ground.
Then I repeated this maneuver until I was close enough to really get what I thought was a decent picture.
With each movement he twitched his head and watched me.
I got the picture.
He flew up and out of the pond probably most disgusted with me for interrupting his frog eating breakfast.
I gleefully trotted back to the house.
I have SOOOOOOOOOOO wanted to get a picture of him.
Remember, I am very easily entertained.