Morning time at home is shared with a heron. At times he’s on our lawn, watching the canal.
More often he’s on the lawn across the canal. Motionless he stands. He stretches his neck from time to time.
Then tucks it back between his shoulders.
Now and again he spreads his legs and walks away. Methinks he’s working out the kinks.
Thought there – do herons get cramps?
He trips a little further along the edge. His head twists side to side.
Still he watches.
And he waits.
And waits some more.
In all the mornings I’ve sat watching him, he’s caught one fish.
Yet he waits.
His reward is great when it happens.
Yes, there are lessons to be learnt from watching a heron…….
Cyber Hugs, Blessings and go out there and start fishing!