The other morning I went down to Ponce Park after a few days of poor weather.  It was still cool and somewhat misty.  Having missed a few days I had figured that the remaining juvenile Great Blue Heron would have gone by now.  There was still one on the nest the last time I was there.  It was still there squaking at an adult nearby.

The Peace River Audubon Society had a field trip to the park at the same time and I asked about it.  Unfortunately, I was to find out that the other had not flown but had fallen and been injured so badly that it had to be put down.  As of yesterday, it was still in the nest alone.

Elsewhere in the park I found a pair of hawks who seem to have found religion as they were posing as preacher and deacon on a cross.  Unfortunately, this saintly bearing was soon belied when one swooped down onto a truck in the parking lot and attempted to steal the windshield wipers off a truck.  Perhaps they looked like a loose stick and suitable nesting material.