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.
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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