This heron was fishing for his dinner on Queens Creek Saturday night.
He strolled up and down the shoreline very methodically, very patiently.
This particular patch of shoreline is pretty popular with the local wildlife;
evidently it's a good hunting spot.
Several evenings I've watched a raccoon wading here at low tide.
Aside from stalking this heron, I didn't do much this weekend.
I"m still struggling to acclimate myself to No Longer On Vacation mode.
And bracing for Son's departure for college in less than two weeks.
Speaking of Son, his 19th birthday is Wednesday. When he was a baby and I was struggling with my new role of mother, I very distinctly remember going for a walk and seeing a neighborhood teenager. Back then, every day felt like a year; I wasn't accustomed to being around babies and had no idea really what I was doing. When I saw that teen, I remember thinking how long it was going to take for my baby to become one.
It didn't really take that long after all.