White Herons

I think of herons as solitary birds. Tonight I looked up from the table at which I was sitting, and there in the tree ahead of me were twelve of them! They stayed for quite a while, as did I, going outside and sitting in a chair simply to look at them. The resident mockingbird sang his end-of-day song, the breeze occasionally set the chimes to ringing, and the herons sat. A short while later, one took off and the rest followed.