The Baptism Is Long But The Song Is Everlasting
Fitzulmo nodded up to cairo at the helm, and the green heron whistled for the crew to begin casting off. "i smelled him," the other sheriff muttered, grim as a gravedigger, "when we come on the boat."
If That Isn't Love
They would, in their walks in the park, just be strolling ... when he would point his paw and go all excited-like, stammering about how he'd just seen a green heron! a goldfinch! a barn swallow!