Every night after a quick last trip outside, Queenie thinks it’s time to go to bed, even if we’re not ready to, so we’ve been having a “battle” of sorts over use of the sofa. Queenie was the winner the other evening and made Tim sit in the chair. We won last evening and managed to prevent her from jumping up on the sofa until we were ready to go to upstairs. When she finally got on it, she actually plopped down in the middle so there was room for all three of us had we wanted to stay.

Lesson learned: To see the heron, don’t bring a camera, posted earlier: