Every summer, we go to Destin at least once. Before Adam entered elementary school, we would go in the spring, summer, AND fall. It’s like a second home to us (and we are very, very, VERY sad about the oil spill and it’s impact on the entire Gulf coast). One thing that we’ve enjoyed during our visits is interacting with herons on the dock while working on the boat or cleaning fish. Our “Harry” shows up every time, although I suspect we have a whole flock of Harrys. He stands nearby (but not TOO close), shuffling his rather large feet, preening his lovely feathers, and giving us sideways glances as he hopes for a handout. He is usually not disappointed; even when we don’t have any baitfish or leftovers from cleaning, we’ll throw bits of bread in the water, bringing the pinfish to the surface for easy pickings for our friend. I hope that Harry can survive the catastrophe going on around him, and I hope that the hardy people of Destin will all survive, as well.