Memories of Dad

Before my dad died in 1988 there was a Great Blue Heron that had started to visit him in the brook behind his antique shop. He talked about these visits so excitedly.

When ever I see a blue heron now, I consider it to be a hello from my dad to me.

This one was spotted through a shop window in Shelburne Falls MA USA.

A place he used to bring me to. Hi Dad!