Bliss by Harry Bliss for February 20, 2021

Catch couple more and have a fish fry.

a close relative of the so-so heron…

The soon-to-be-extinct heron.

I sometimes think this kind of thing with people, too – as in: This is my great grandmother and this is my not-so-great grandmother." or “This is his grandchild and his not-so-grand child.” (I think it – I don’t actually say it.)

Pose for a picture.

Find a cat, that’s what! >B^D

Chasing parked cars again I see.

Dinner is served ….

This toon laid an egg.

Those herons do look sometimes like they are not quite sure what to do: “Oh well, I’m so hungry, guess I’ll just try to swallow it. Errgh. Ugh. Gulp. Okay, that wasn’t too bad.”

That was my reaction when my dad took me fishing

One day my wife to see what a Blue Heron was doing walking around the swimming pool. She saw a frog in the pool and the heron wanted the frog. She waved her arms at the heron which jumped on the diving board flapping its wings. So she’s on one end waving her arms and the heron was on the board flapping away. She finally had to go to work. That evening no frog and no Blue Heron.

Plan S: Roll it in wild rice marsh until it looks like sushi.

Plan N: Cream it with onions and hope it doesn’t taste worse than pickled herring.

Ask that bird over there. The swallow.