delicate steps

The blue heron continues to prowl the shore. I walked onto the deck this morning. She was down at the lakeshore. I went back in, not quietly enough, to get the camera. By the time I had gotten myself organized enough to take photos she was gone.

She walks across our frontage seeking breakfast, which is getting slim. The minnows are larger and seek deeper water more quickly than before. She is hard-pressed to get some breakfast. I have noticed her footprints on the beach. She seems so small from far away.


Every day Brian walks the cat. They saunter along the shore, stopping by the cottage steps, going around the first garden, eventually heading out to the dock. She now anticipates the trek and hurries ahead of him out onto the previously frightening long planks towards the water. Maybe she knows the tourists have gone home and there won't be any wild waves. If he tries to vary his course she nags him to follow their normal visitation points. She is such a creature of habit!