A gorgeous great blue heron was perched on the peak of our carport this morning when I went outside. It had a wingspan of more than three feet when it lifted off and awkwardly flew away.
This afternoon there were only half as many fish to feed as yesterday. Gone were Goldie (a four-year old), a three-year old, and two of the two-year olds - we only named the first generation.
|Goldie (upper left) and friends last summer.|
I know that's how nature works, and they are only fish, but they were our fish and had been with us thru three winters. I put netting over the pond in hopes that the heron will not like it and will go away. We shall see.
Final installment of "Our NYC Adventure" tomorrow ... or maybe Saturday!