A Great Blue Heron returns to us every night to fish off of our dinghy. The birds in Florida are huge. Nothing like the tiny song birds of Arkansas. Everything is bigger in Florida. The flowers, the leaves, the birds. Everything except for the ants, which are tiny. Teeny-tiny. Itty bitty ants that like to get inside electronics. The first night the Heron showed up I could have reached out and touched him from the cockpit. I sat and watched him fish for quite some time. He did not seem to notice my presence, or just did not care. I tried to get some pics a few nights later but it was just too dark for anything to come out, and I did not want to use the flash and startle him. But I accidentally took one with the flash anyway and he was unfazed. So I tried a few more. He did not even look over at me. City bird is used to all the lights.