Thursday, and unexpected break in what had been a rainy day gave me the opportunity to take the camera - and Maggie, of course - down to the beach for an hour or more. The tide was out, so we were able to wander quite a distance along the shore, away from town. Around the point, we saw a heron perched on a rock. Herons are a frequent sighting here, but this one was particularly fluffed up and statue-like, not watching the water for fish as is usually the case but instead gazing out across the bay. Maggie and I sat on a log watching him for the better part of twenty minutes, and he moved not a muscle nor a feather.
I wonder what he was thinking about?