I'll admit I've been dependent on the swans. And all the other water fowl cruising through the park. Since getting laid off from my regular gig, I've been in the park next to the nest everyday. No exceptions. Rain or shine. They've given me a schedule. A purpose. A routine.

And finally the moment I'd been waiting for was here. Faith in nature. With so much up in the air lately, with jobs, government, world events, here was something that I could count on. These eggs would hatch. If I showed up everyday, eventually there would be new life. And now so much whirled through my head, when a black crested night heron flew by from "goose island" over to the next island. Then another. And another?! Three night herons. Never before had I seen more than one.