When I first took this guy’s picture, I thought he had hurt his wing. It looked like he had maybe torn the top of his wing where it folds against his body. But when I looked up other photos of great blue herons, I saw that this is a natural colour on their wings. I was relieved to see it and wished I could have all that time back when I worried over his non-existent “owie.”

Mr. Patience, yes, that’s me,

Quietly I stand,

Waiting ’til the frog I see,

Makes a dash for land.

 

 

Then I spear him lightning quick

With my mighty beak,

Savouring his waist so thick,

Tuning out his squeak.