Peering Through Life's Window

       Heron Photo Courtesy of Google The blue heron stood perfectly still in the warm morning sun on the white sandy beach of Destin, Florida. Six feet from a fishing pole and a bucket of bait, the two-foot tall skinny bird moved not a muscle, his head held high. The fisherman in a beige fishing cap waded barefoot into the white foamy breaking waves. He cast his line, and the blue heron slowly lifted his pencil thin legs, moving forward ever so precisely, ever so carefully. As soon as the fisherman gazed backward the bird straightened his slender body. When the fisherman faced forward again, the heron tentatively stepped with his long wiry feet positioning himself even closer to his goal. The moment the fisherman glanced at the pretty light blue creature this finely feathered piece of the shore’s landscape assumed his statuesque pose. Over and over he and the fisherman repeated the action.      “He thinks he’s a stealth bird that we ca...