I saw a Blue Heron today, the first I've spotted this spring, and it got me thinking about the elegance of these birds. Quite often I have seen them standing in water by a road or marsh, perfectly still and waiting for dinner with a patience I can only dream of. Or, like clockwork I see them flying overhead in the morning in the same direction and then in the evening coming back on the same flight path. I don't like taking anything like this for granted as I believe it has a relevance beyond current human understanding. I think our ancient ancestors had much more respect for the animal kingdom than we do, for reasons we are already beginning to forget, and that is a sad thing.