The thing about being somewhere at about the same time almost every day is that you get to learn who else is a regular. Lately it's been this heron, who flies in from the south, wings slowly flapping, legs reaching, running to a surprisingly graceful landing.

Usually he stands utterly still for the entire 30 minutes or so that it takes Walter to run himself to exhaustion chasing the ball. But yesterday, he took a tiny walk.

Sorry the video is so jittery but I had the little point-and-shoot at maximum zoom with no tripod so that's as still a shot as I was able to manage.