And I must admit, the later it gets, the sillier I feel. But all silliness aside, it was a wonderful workshop - well worth staying up all night!
The next day after the conference ended, I took the ferry from Southworth to Fauntleroy. It stops at Vashon Island, and guess what I saw out the window while I was waiting?
The heron ignored us. We didn't hear an awk or a gaak or a kraak out of him.
only the sound of gulls