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So one of my oldest and most trusted friends Steven was married last weekend, and I was his best man. I wasn't the best best man in history, but I did what I could to help him out, and show him a good night. Secretly I called it his sending off party. When we got to the site of the wedding, I was checking out the scenery. I forgot my good ol' binoculars back in Olympia, so I unfortunately didn't get to thoroughly investigate what I saw, but I did see something cool. I saw perhaps a dozen, maybe even more Great Blue Herons. They were everywhere. As I walked out to the back of the yard in which the wedding was being held, I saw three big herons looking for food down in the marsh below. They all three flew away as soon as I got to the edge of the embankment. It was a sight.

I spent the rest of the day pointing out the herons to the little kid Aiden who became my friend over the weekend. I hope I taught him something. He taught me something, I have more stamina than a 5 year old, if nothing else that makes me feel young.

Crows!

I was sitting on Jon's back porch with Amber and Josh, and we saw a huge group of crows flying into the setting sun. It must have been a murder of crows. I'm honestly not sure how many crows constitutes a murder, but there were at least fifty crows. It was really cool to see that many. Unfortunately I did not have my binoculars to get a closer look, but I didn't really need it. They were all just hauling ass to the west.