The public landing at the end of Route 611 in Onemo is probably my favorite.
Last weekend I stopped in to say hello
and noticed a very-clearly disgruntled heron fly off as I pulled up.
He didn't go very far, although I didn't know that
until I used the zoom on my camera and discovered him
eyeballing me from the end of the dock.
From a distance, he blended in quite well with his surroundings.
But zooming in, I caught him giving me the old stink eye.
The hairy eyeball.
(As only a heron can give.)
I had invaded his territory, and he was giving me
the what for with his body language.
Here, he was basically telling me he was way taller than me.
(I didn't argue.)
(I've learned over the years, it's futile arguing with herons.)
Then, when he realized I wasn't there to encroach any further,
nor was I disputing anything he was trying to tell me,
I love herons.
And I thank this one for allowing me to invade his turf for a few minutes.
Happy February 29.