Leeward.
I didn’t want to spook them, so only snapped this one. Four herons escaped the icy northeaster behind a dense windbreak at the edge of our pond. Once the wind let up, they flew.
“I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”
—Psalm 55:8
Cheryl Grey Bostrom, Author 
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Be safe and well , Marian. 🙏 Blessings.
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Herons are my favourite birds
I call them”praise the Lord” birds(that’s a story in it self)
Must have been a wonderful sight!
Scripture wonderful as always!
Thank you
Tena
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It was!! Love hearing about your life, Tena. Can’t wait to hear this one.
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Love Herons.
What a Wonderful Picture.
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We usually have a pair around here, but have yet to see any nests.
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