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It was the grunt of the Great Blue Heron that did it. Taking small, gawky steps, it surveyed the edge of the island, its Pompadour headdress elegant but slightly deflated, like a second-hand evening gown. Through the binoculars, it looked back at me—”glare” would not be too strong a word—and …more Grunting My Way To Realization