The other day I was down Onemo taking some photos from the public landing.
All of a sudden I got that feeling, the one you get when you just know someone's watching your every move.
I froze in my tracks and slowly, cautiously glanced around.
And there he was: a
He was hunkered down trying to stay warm. Although they usually don't like their territory invaded, this heron didn't fly away.
I, on the other hand, soon did.
It was freezing cold and my unprotected fingers couldn't take it any more.
They say we can expect some warmer temperatures this weekend.
I sure hope they know what they're talking about.
I'm blaming the cold weather for everything that is wrong these days, up to and including my wanton use of obscure words like "hunker." It's not right, I tell you.
Have a great Saturday. Is anyone doing anything interesting?