Yesterday, I saw a heron.  Ellen and I were sitting by the river, eating itallian ice in an attempt to recreate the lemon sorbet I had at the Strawberry Banke Scoop Shoppe.  My rear-end was sore from sitting on the metal barracade, so I had turned around with my back facing the river and had been sitting that way until I had the thought that I would never be able to see anything neat that might come by.  I looked up - and there it was - a heron, unmistakable, flying with an easy grace, it's wings and beak massive yet graceful.  Amazing.  It flew past us upriver, then returned higher, over the trees until it swooped down towards the river again.  Amazing.