Mr. Heron's Abode

As I ventured to the Indian River this afternoon I stumble upon Mr. Heron's abode.

There, thirty some feet above the ground, stood his lovely wife proudly watching over their little one.

Mr. H. didn't appear to be home, so I offered a polite greeting and excused myself.

The perfection and beauty of creation seem's to be ever present for me these days.

Blessed about that!

Pray on...