Goodnight Henrietta

Goodnight Henrietta - heron on a rock

Goodnight Henrietta – heron on a rock

Every night I look out of my window. There she is, stood lonely atop the lichen-stippled rock, surrounded by the gentle swash of the Juan de Fuca waves.

‘Good night, Henrietta,’ I’ll bid on occasions, whilst on others I will merely nod.

It is, of course, likely that she – with her curved neck and fine bill – knows little of my observing eyes, but it feels right to acknowledge others; heron or human, featherless or otherwise.

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7 thoughts on “Goodnight Henrietta

  1. We have a resident Great Blue Heron on our little creek. He only just left in early December, I presume because of thickening ice and poor fishing conditions. He kind of reminded me of a cartoon undertaker, hunch-backed and solemn.

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