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In one of my first posts about being a bicycle commuter, I mentioned that I had seen a heron on my way to work one morning. I think probably most of you thought I was lying. Okay. Well, if not lying, then employing poetic license or hyperbole or something that amounts to me lying about the bird. As proof that I'm a truth-teller, he was back this week. And I just happened to have the camera with me. So, ta da!
He's in the middle of the frame, just below the darkest of the trees. Spot him? Click on it so it's bigger. See? Not a liar. Just lucky.
And before you think in utopia must we live, this is what the other end of the "lake" looks like. Ugly and kind of gross, huh? Stupid Canada geese breeding and loosing all their down.
I didn't dare take a picture of what the bicycle path looks like next to this part of the lake. Some of you might be having a snack and I wouldn't want to be responsible for the automatic reflex that would result. Let me just say that there's only one thing worse than riding through a bunch of Canada goose poop, flinging all the junk up behind my wheels onto my legs and paniers: thinking you're riding through Canada goose poop and having a specimen suddenly come alive and fly at you because it's actually a Canada-goose-poop-looking cicada. Aaaugh!
