Uninvited Guest

I went to my back door to have a look at the weather. To my surprise in the middle of my pond on a rock (under which I hope my fish are hiding) was a great blue heron. I may no longer have fish. I don’t know. The heron looked at me placidly for a moment when I opened the door as if to let me know that flying away languidly was his idea completely and I should run a better restaurant.

I should have gotten my real camera – this is a phone photo. I regret that now, but honestly don’t seek a new opportunity. I need to figure out how to make that rock impossible for the heron to stand upon.