Sumptuous Heavens...or not.

WANTING SUMPTUOUS HEAVENS

No one grumbles among the oyster clans,
And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer.
Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want
Heaven to be, and God to come, again.
There is no end to our grumbling; we want
Comfortable earth and sumptuous heaven.
But the heron standing on one leg in the bog
Drinks his dark rum all day, and is content.

By Robert Bly, from Talking into the Ear of a Donkey

A grey grey grey day.

Anyone else think herons are like modern day pterodactyls?

I still love watching them, their yellow eyes and their "hunchback" cloak of feathers.