Between hotel conference room shoots last week, I decided to take a walk around DC to get some fresh air and clear my head.  In the middle of so much concrete and looming federal buildings I watched a drama play out in the sky.  The birds flew past me and towards Capitol Hill and I sought meaning in their unlikely appearance.  Was I the small bird wasting precious energy and resources while fiercely defending my territory from benign forces or was I the heron, majestically minding my own business only to find myself besieged by feral lunacy?