Neighbor sighting

Even though it was 91F yesterday afternoon, I took my walk. This time, to add to my steps, I went through the corporate campus next door instead of just around the cluster.

Developers are fixing to vomit up 92 million-dollar townhouses on the 28-acre plot, ripping out established trees and doing who knows what to the three mini-lakes that provided so many people respite during the pandemic, so I reckoned I should get my enjoyment in while I could.

I was heading past the first lake in a kind of knee-discomfort fog when I realized that I’d disturbed a heron, who glided away before I could get a photo. I’ve seen this guy—or his relative—before and felt blessed that I caught him this time. They are such beauties, in the water or in flight.

Here’s one of them from a couple of years ago.