A friend sent this story:
This fabulous bird was next to the creek on my way home last Saturday.
I drove by him thinking it was a rock. He had his head twisted and tucked
into his back and was sleeping. I backed up because I thought it was odd.
There wasn't a rock there before.
I left the truck running with lights on and walked within 2 feet of him and
began speaking.
He woke up and looked at me. I continued talking with him. At one point, I
got upright and went closer to see if he was injured. No. He merely walked
calmly a few steps away.
I went back to the truck and got the camera. I warned him of the flash and
didn't get closer than perhaps 4 feet.
I left him there with an entreaty that if anything were wrong, I was just up
the hill.
