He's tall and distinguished looking. Elegant. Graceful. The curve of his neck nearly makes me swoon. When he approches the house, my eyes are immediately drawn his direction as I leer at him out the window. My husband can't even hate him, he's just that gorgeous. Ok, it's a blue heron, and he's hot!
I'm merely a scheduled stop on his daily route and that's alright with me. I don't care where he goes after my place as long as I get to watch him coast in on those enormous wings. He's my avian gigolo.
The frogs on the pond are less happy than I am to see his arrival. Luckily there are millions of them! It's truly a smorgasboard. In fact, I wonder how he flies away with such a full belly? But then, he is the pro.
I know that when he leaves my little pond he will go on to someone else's. But in the morning, or maybe for a two-fer in the evening, he will return. I have something he truly loves...frogs!
Frenchy goes Country: Tales of a city mouse turned country mouse...in style!
