When Charlie and I first came to this farm with our realtor, Judy,
it was this Blue Heron that made me skip a heartbeat and know instantly
that this was going to be our home.
Her ease at the pond—picking fish as we saw her nearby—told me she was comfortable here; in the end we would be, too.
For the next several weeks, when we came to see the property we'd bid on, the Blue Heron would be there sometimes. Her absence was glaring. Charlie and I even joked with the
realtor and friends that perhaps the bird was staged by the sellers to enchant us.