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.


deborahjonescanada

Curious free range human. Creative writer, journalist, photographer