The Visitor

It was a beautiful summer's evening. 

My husband and I were inside, happily ensconced in relaxation - tea and goodies in hand. 

The quiet evening was interrupted when the dog began barking non-stop.  

Neither one of us wanted to move from our respective spots.

However, Henrik has a very loud bark and we have small neighbours next door. 

They go to bed long before we do.  

Finally after several minutes of hoping the barking would stop, I decided to go investigate.

I got up and went to the door and reprimanded the dog for his noisy outburst.
And then I looked closer.

No wonder he was barking! 

A blue heron had parked itself on the barn roof, apparently with the intention to catch some of the frogs that were in the newly cleaned-out pond that my husband had dug last year.

I called my husband to come, see.

Then I ran to get the camera,
tip-toed outside and took this picture.
The heron didn't move.

Then I checked the picture and saw the results of taking it into the sun.

Not good.

So I tip-toed around the willow tree to get a better view.

It was a good job I had taken the first picture.

The heron flew away.

I consoled myself that perhaps I could re-touch the only photo I have to prove this story.