Pizzey's Perch

Every so often on an ear­ly morn­ing pad­dle, I come upon a great blue heron. Poised with silent, eeri­ly-still ele­gance, it’s wait­ing for small fish or frogs to come with­in strik­ing dis­tance of the dag­ger-like beak at the end of its long, sin­u­ous neck. The bird’s infi­nite patience and way of deal­ing with unwant­ed dis­trac­tions are traits many of us who are per­plexed or vexed by much of the world could use.… Read the rest