Sometimes I turn around and into my line of sight, out of the fog, a great blue heron appears and reminds me of my long ago friend Stumpy. That happened this morning. Stumpy was the first bird I grew to know well at Jordan Lake. He and I spent many hours together, quietly healing – he his broken leg and me my wounded arm. He has been gone now a number of years. I miss him. If you would like to more know more of Stumpy’s journey with me, you can find the eBook on my blog at


There is nothing quite like having a 3.5 year-old bald eagle do a 90 degree turn far across the lake and make a bee-line for the shore you are sitting on. He never acknowledged that I was there as he streaked over my head and on to the south. I will know him again, if I see him: did you notice the odd coloration that drapes down his beak? I think it may be scar tissue and could be there for his lifetime.