In Florida it is spring. We had to wear sweaters and jackets as that polar express did touch all the way across the Florida peninsula on some days, but it was still spring here and the birds are nesting. These blue herons are such awkward and exotic looking birds. They stand staunchly like hunched-back old people with a serious grumpiness problem, but when they fly effortlessly it becomes magical. I wish I could stay and watch the little ones grow and fledge.