Swimmin'

Lucy took off barking after something on the creek as we sat on the shady back patio this morning. Closer examination revealed a blue heron wading about 20 feet away, utterly unthreatened by the three dogs paddling its way. Once they got closer, the prehistoric bird spread its wings once, and the dogs did a U-turn, returning to us.

Despite predictions otherwise, the weather has stayed cool, breezy, and fair for July in this part of the world, and that encounter was enough to convince me to put on my suit and jump off the end of the dock. Lucy was at first very perturbed, whining her away around the perimeter of the deck. Once Bill jumped in, too, she could no longer stay up there, and she flung herself into the creek and swam around, making sure we weren't drowning, before she returned to the shore.

Soon, Heidi and Emily were in the water, too, and at one point, all seven of us were splashing and floating in the salty water. A couple of herons swooped by every now and then, maybe annoyed that we were disturbing their fishing or maybe congratulating us for such a good idea.