With camera in hand we set out into the woods. It was a perfect spring day with sun rays warming our faces and the sing song of birds chirping us along. We walked passed the bubbling stream that is always an enchantment as it's transformation from season to season is a story of frozen caves, to swells of water rolling, tumbling, cascading down rocks. Not but a few weeks ago we were snow shoeing through these trails feeling the silence in the dead of winter and now the forest is bustling with life. Flowers pushing through dead leaves, reaching, stretching for the sun and Ferns unfurling into their greatness. Our walk brought us deep into the woods to the second lake where we sat on a log. We noticed the big birds nest perched high up a dead tree. Soon we saw the owner of the nest a great blue heron. She glided in the air with the blue sky as her back drop, she was beautiful. She swooped towards the nest, her wing span was large as she glided with grace. Circling the nest her long neck stretched, looked and flew right by. Weary of our presence she stayed away from the nest and perched at the very top of a great big tree, she sat, waiting.