On our way home from the doctor, PG spotted a blue heron flying above us, I'll guess about 20 feet off the ground. Its speed and ours were close enough, and the road was clear ahead and behind us, so I got a few seconds of its grace.
We reached an intersection with a stop light, and the bird continued over the road, descending quickly and landing on a patch of grass just outside an area that was left unmown most of the year. Both PG and I got one last glimpse of the heron on the ground after the light turned green and we continued on our way.
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