A Heron in the Closet
When I stumble upon ducks swimming in Lower Crow Creek, they fly away before I get very close. So it was unusual that this odd “duck” stayed. It was a big gray “duck” with an odd quack. My hound, a blood and red-bone cross, jumped in the water and swam up to it. The bird swam to me and I reached over the big gray bird with my fishing pole and poked my dog, to keep him from munching on the bird. I called my hound out of t...
