And Stood There Amazed

Every morning a Great Blue Heron flies onto our farm. He (or she) clocks in back at the big pond, works all day, clocks out in the evening and heads home. They look kind of pterodactyl-y and sound, well, kind of pterodactyl-y and he frequently calls out as he leaves. This is a highlight of my day and why there is an odd looking bird flying across our web banner.

We've looked and looked and studied maps, asked around... We've yet to find where our heron lives, but they are everywhere. Almost every pond in Harrison County can claim its own pterodactyl. They are hiding around here somewhere and surely (but maybe not) on the nearby Licking River.

Saint Tim, rapidly becoming the "old man of the river", has formulated a new theory and is planning a spring paddle to explore an area we've yet to look. In the meantime, look what I found on the way to pick up Marcel the other day. This is near the border of Scott and Woodford Counties.









Carefully hidden from the main road.



A rookery.



I crossed the creek at the Weisenberger Mill, drove up the hill and there it was. Just what we've been looking for. Maybe finding rookeries is like finding four leaf clovers. Now that I've found my first...



I love old Sycamore trees, beautiful throughout the winter without their leaves. Click to biggify. There are Canada Geese down below enjoying the recent flooding. A bird paradise. And a nice way to spend a Saturday morning.



The south fork of the Elkhorn Creek. The Heron rookery is around the bend (look to the upper left).