Watching the heron in the pouring rain, the word "fortitude" came to mind. It stood waiting patiently for the right time and it's breakfast. Occasionally it turned it's back to me but I didn't mind. I came prepared...a hooded raincoat.
Then when I looked up river, I saw yet another fisherman perched on a fallen dead tree along the Western shore. I stood watching and waiting for one of them to snatch something up from the water's edge but neither made a move. No breakfast was caught while I was there.