Great Blue Heron in a Snowstorm

After Friday night’s extravaganza, the rest of our weekend was rather low key, but we didn’t just kvetch, we got out. On Saturday, we walked to the high school for the annual pancake breakfast. Anne was of course the belle of the ball there. There was a dusting of snow later on Saturday, but there was no real accumulation. When we walked again on Sunday, the snow was more vociferous. We drove to Forest Park and then hiked from there. My colleague, Timothy, jogged by us while we were playing iBird calls on Owl Hill. He was running his buns off. We were looking for Charles and Sarah, all to no avail. It was the middle of their night and there were still too many leaves on the trees. Charles and Sarah are two Great Horned Owls that have inhabited that portion of park for many years. Do two owls make a parliament? We did see this Great Blue Heron. After tromping around in the wet snow for an hour or two, we stopped in at the Boathouse for some raspberry hot chocolate. The raspberry flavoring came via a liqueur, so it really warmed you up. We also split a dish of bread pudding, which was smarter than each of us ordering one, because there was a lot of it.