This is your loyal Heron-cam reporting. Everyone is back safely at home. Yesterday, after a six-hour drive, the humans relaxed and celebrated the female human's birthday (age is classified information). And they picked the furry ones up from camp so they too could join in the occasion after also celebrating Hallowe'en in two places -- both with their pals at the Tower of London (those two scholars in their robes in the center of the first picture) --as did their wheelie look alikes, M. le Professeur Jacques Maigret and Justin Herkimer Clouseau (lower right hand corner of the second picture) -- thanks to sweet Asta!! --and at camp with the rest of the residents as their rumpled bandanas suggest!!.
(If you're wondering why Just Harry looks kind of grumpy in the above photos, ask his Dad about the furminating that preceded the photo shoot!!)
But before I turn this blog back over to them, I thought I would spend a few minutes talking about ME. After all, am I not the unsung hero of this blog? Do I not provide secret details about what those wandering humans do when they are far from home? Yes. And yes.
Well, after flying all the way to Northwest Florida, as previously reported, and chilling my feathers last Monday, I spent a few days idling while, finally, the humans did manage to do some work. Or not!And then, on Thursday afternoon, I followed the humans back south to a lovely place called Homosassa Springs, an hour or so north of Tampa Bay on Florida's west coast. It seems that the person who introduced the male and the female human about 20 years ago lives there -- with her husband and two rescue dogs, Happy and Dixie -- and they wanted to stop and say hello. That was fine with me because I had a chance to warm up and strut my stuff with some fellow avian critters.
Fortunately, the humans decided to have dinner at a place called the Seagrass Pub and Grill, which is well known to all the birds of a feather in the area. When they heard I was in town, several egrets stopped by to say hello -- and we had some interesting turf battles over a few fish.
It's not too often that I allow my public to get so close -- but as you can see, I let my guard down and posed for the humans. After all, they are my employers once removed. And, as you can also see, I am quite beautiful -- and if I must say so myself, lend a fine note of elegance to this blog.
I hear that my services may not be required this Christmas -- but if my public demands it, perhaps I can go along for the ride to St. Louis anyway. After all, there will be a few moments, I believe, when the furry ones will be separated from their humans, and my presence may be required.