There is an unusual happenstance of note in that a Great Blue Heron has decided to grace the Great State with it’s presence. I was at Potters Marsh waiting for the our beautiful friend to wake and while he slept and I waited, this muskrat was very busy scooting around the pond. He would shoot by the GBH and the heron would lift his head for a moment and then go back to sleep, the muskrat would then chase the incoming ducks away too. He seemed to think he owned the joint. I didn’t argue, I just shot him.