Like A Teapot

For some reason, I really feel close to this fellow. He reminds me of my stern looking father. I can't figure out what he is up to. He maintains the same position for a long time, neither chewing nor shipping the plant in his mouth. Heck, I don't even know if it is a he or she. A deep thinker, for sure.

I went to a beautiful area called Blue Heron Loop yesterday. It is in Pitt Meadows, a suburban town of Greater Vancouver. It is called a loop because early European immigrants who arrived through Pitt River and settled down at Pitt Meadows, which they quickly recognized as an ideal farming area, built a dike surrounding a long and winding river that lasts 14 km. It is called Blue Heron Loop because a bird name heron lives on the river water. The dike is ideal for walking and biking, especially for dating couples. It is part of the great Trans Canada Trail.

I did catch a glimpse of a Heron, which is a huge bird with more than half the grace of a swan when resting in water, but only near the end of my walk, about two hundred meters back to the parking lot. When I first started the walk, at the exact same spot, I heard a tremendous splashing sound at water edge but could not figure out what it was. I looked but saw nothing. I was so taken by the landscapes that I did not even associate the sound with a heron.