Clark the Bullet Heron of Banner Marsh
Clark the Bullet Heron of Banner Marsh Every morning, just before the sun spills gold across the cattails, Clark the Great Blue Heron launches from his perch like a feathered missile. Locals swear he’s faster than a bullet, though the marsh frogs—who’ve seen him streak past like a blur of slate and silver—say he’s more like lightning with wings. Clark isn’t just fast; he’s precise. He patrols the waters of Banner Marsh with the vigilance of a seasoned ranger, scanning for ripples, whispers, and the occasional sneaky muskrat trying to steal breakfast. Clark’s speed isn’t just for show. He’s the unofficial guardian of the marsh, keeping peace among the reeds and drama among the dragonflies. One time, he intercepted a rogue snapping turtle mid-charge, swooping in with such velocity that the turtle spun like a frisbee and landed politely back in the mud. The red-winged blackbirds cheered. The turtles grumbled. Clark just adjusted his wings and resumed his patrol, eyes sharp as obsidi...