Our return trip "up home" ended in an unplanned diversion and we stopped in Almonte. I decided it was meant to be, so we did a bit of antiquing...well, I antiqued, the Professor scoured the maps to find the quickest route back to the main road. It was a weekend of missed turns, but resulted in fortuitous finds.
The only heron I spotted was actually in Almonte. There were none along the roadside this trip. Again, meant to be.
I had wandered off the antique shop route and found myself on the river walk. Luckily I had the camera, as the Professor always thinks I'm just saying "I saw one!"