Mistaken Identity

In the early morning hours I sit on the back porch and through the slight fog on the river, I catch a glimpse of a very large winged creature flying below tree line following the coarse of the river. The prehistoric sound of this creature tells me we may have a Terradactyl visiting. Because I have become a expert on the sounds and calls of all the local avian species, I knew for sure this was the call of the elusive Terradactyl. But who would believe me? I kept my thoughts and suspicions to myself, until I had irrefutable evidence supporting my historical breathtaking claim.

I guess I will try to think of something else that I can claim as my expertise.

The Blue Heron is always an awesome sight here. Rumor has it that down river and close by, there may be a heron rookery. I must find it someday.

As for the fresh set of tracks I found down by the river, I still think they may be of the Sabre Tooth Tiger.