Driving down the road by the river, I spotted a flash of white. What was it...a plastic bag, a handkerchief?
It was a Great White Heron! Partly hidden by bare tree limbs and on the other side of a fence. I don't think he even spotted us.
“It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light.”