Bad Hair Day

Great Blue Heron @ Daybreak. 32° F feels like 24° F. 7:15 am., November 28, 2023. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning’s walk here.


Inspired by: “Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.” — Howard Thurman, Meditations of the Heart (Harper, January 1, 1953) (via Make Believe Boutique)

34 thoughts on “Bad Hair Day”

      1. ” there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.” 

        Good morning 🙂

  1. indeed; I’m not a heron, but still have a bad hair day…. went for a (short) walk in the rain – didn’t do anything for my curls!

        1. I am, after all, a former vice president of Nebraska Ornithologists’ Union! I try to encourage knowledge of critters both for appreciation of creation and for preservation of the habitats that support them.

          1. You were this: “a former vice president of Nebraska Ornithologists’ Union!”? wow! I had no idea I had known such a rock star in the Ornithologist world!

          2. It wasn’t that big a deal. In an organization, the people who don’t know better agree to server on positions lie that, then learn why you don’ volunteer. LOL! I’ve never been more than a fairly good birder. I’m not competent on shore birds as a rule.

  2. Ha! So, agree w/Mimi – defiantly an Alfred Hitchcock, stance…// read this on the link, Doug shared (PS I have a brother named Doug) “The oldest Black-crowned Night Heron on record was a female who was at least 21 years, 5 months old when she was found in California in 2012. She was banded there in 1992.” – Wow // and I love these words: …”trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.” — Howard Thurman

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