I Miss Moe!

  For most of spring and the early part of summer, we had a twice (sometimes thrice) daily visitor to the pier.  A young Great Blue Heron came to receive handouts of small mullet, menhaden or whatever fish I could catch in the net.  The bird had gotten quite friendly and seemed to enjoy the company of the old dog, Mr. PJ.  We did well together and he received the name "Moe".

  Here lately, however, Moe has been missing in action.  His presence is greatly missed,  I am not sure if he has taken up residence in a new spot of if something dire befell him.  I would much rather that he has just moved on to a new territory but one never knows.  I miss the bird's quirky way of cocking his head to one side when I talked with him.  I miss his long legs that made him almost clumsy as he ran up the pier to get his handouts.  I just miss Moe.