I am not sure exactly what this is, so I am going to call it a heron. It may be, though, that I am wrong and herons are the much bigger birds that fly around at Forest Park. This one was fishing at the base of my favorite little waterfall, waiting for little creatures to come over the falls and snap them up. The bird was remarkably tolerant of my presence. And every time it dipped its head under the falls it would shake itself like a dog and for a few seconds (a remarkably small four seconds or so) it would slip from the sublime to the silly. But there is not really much making fun of this bird for long as it is so lovely with such beautiful lines.