categories: Cocktail Hour
I came upon a crime scene this morning during my walk up to the wintry summer camp. Two regular features of those walks have been coyote prints on the ice and the great blue heron sproaking off when I peek out at the overlook to Upper Mill Pond. Today the two things came together in bloody fashion. A headless heron just off the path with clear evidence of the culprit: bloody footprints leading away and a circle of urine to mark the area of the kill.
To confirm the victim’s identity I went over the overlook, and actually walked out onto the ice to a spot where someone had been ice fishing. No sign of the neighborhood heron.
Warning: the pictures below are a tad gruesome….
The next day I went back and the heron was gone, head and all. There had been another nightmare visitor to the site however: