Biking home on Saturday afternoon, with a list in my mind of things still to do, I decided to take the 5th Ave bridge, and soon realized it was because I had a feeling there would be a heron fishing at the end of the abuttment. The tide was low but on the flow, and I just had a feeling... ...we danced awhile, while the heron got used to me, closer and farther, while I pretended not to be interested, until it settled in it's favorite spot just below me, and soon caught this fish. What a model, what a mentor!
