A log, white with age, jutted out of the water. Balanced on top of the log was a long-legged bird staring out at the lake. At first, I thought it was a crane, but I couldn’t remember cranes being blue. The bird’s long thin beak pointed towards me as it rolled one yellow eye then the other, checking me out. I stayed very still—the bird was almost as high as my waist and looked cranky.
