Hot hot hot!
He was probably just chillin on the beach when some creep came out of the dark and shot him. It took a long time for him to die.
Woke up to the sound of a shotgun and then a huge splash and terrible squawking. Some ahole shot Wendall, the blue heron that comes to my beach every day. I hope the babies in the nest are ok. I see Momma coming down to look for you. So sad.
I jumped out of bed and went outside but it was pitch black and no moon. Never found his body so I’m assuming he’s in a taxidermist shop in town.
Why do people have to be such jerks?