Yesterday we noticed a blue heron standing in a very cold nearby stream. This morning we saw it again, and this time got a hurried picture before it flew away (click to enlarge). Virtually every body of water for miles around is frozen many inches thick, except where spillways or other fast-water narrows create enough turbulence to resist the relentless cold and reveal a chance fish to a weary hunter. A cold north wind quickly penetrates our winter jackets and gloves, fostering irresistible urges for hot cocoa, tea, coffee, anything but icy cold water running over our feet. A close look at this poor heron reveals that it may be wishing for something similar, or wonder why, oh why, did it delay its southern escape?
20 December 2009
Cold Heron
Yesterday we noticed a blue heron standing in a very cold nearby stream. This morning we saw it again, and this time got a hurried picture before it flew away (click to enlarge). Virtually every body of water for miles around is frozen many inches thick, except where spillways or other fast-water narrows create enough turbulence to resist the relentless cold and reveal a chance fish to a weary hunter. A cold north wind quickly penetrates our winter jackets and gloves, fostering irresistible urges for hot cocoa, tea, coffee, anything but icy cold water running over our feet. A close look at this poor heron reveals that it may be wishing for something similar, or wonder why, oh why, did it delay its southern escape?
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