Today was an ordinary day and then a bird miracle occurred. This Blue Heron flew over my head while I was in my garden thinking about how truly terrible my Christmas story is that I’m trying to write.I thought to myself kind and generous thoughts like: You should quit writing. You should become a hermit in the backwoods. And, remember, Cathy, it’s a Christmas story. Don’t kill anyone off. No one wants death with their stockings and ornaments.Then the Blue Heron appeared out of nowhere.I love blue herons. You could say that they are the Lamb Family Bird. When Innocent Husband, Rebel Dancing Daughter, Adventurous Singing Daughter, or Darling Laughing Son or I see a Great Blue Heron, we always yell out, “GBH!” It’s a family moment.Anyhow, I watched the Great Blue Heron as he watched me, marveling at how elegant and cool he was. A few minutes later another Great Blue Heron soared over my head, like a mini blue plane, flapped his enormous wings at Great Blue Heron #1, and they both flew over my pink magnolia trees and golden lilies, on to their next adventure.A pair. A couple. Friends. It was just an incredible moment.Sometimes ya have to look for that little bit of beauty and sometimes the beauty comes to you and you are very lucky indeed.Have a good day. Wishing you a bird miracle.