Green Heron

Every spring I watch as the Green Herons fly in to the Celery Bog and go straight to the far side where I can’t get at them. All summer long I look on as they forage and frolic over there. It’s frustrating for me but I know that in the fall before they go, they will come over and say goodbye.

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