Snow in the air. Fog over the Salish Sea. Frost underfoot.

Residents of Jericho Park pond — plant, animal, and fungi —  settling, subsiding, sighing into winter.

Mystical. Mysterious. Misty. Marvellous.

Ah, nature!

Except for the Heron From Hell.

The great blue heron didn’t photobomb this shot. He waterbombed the whole joint.

Like a wraith he appeared out of the ether, swooped over our heads, then dropped such a load it looked to make the pond overflow.

He just missed us. He hit the ducks, who grumbled. He sent a squirrel running for cover.

Do normal herons cackle? As this one settled into the rushes, we’d swear that we heard him cackling.


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