Heron is our only native grown North Country resident hailing from Potsdam. We are all grateful for this, especially when her Dad brings us treats like venison stew and pumpkin pie. Her tall stature, long dark hair and general air of graceful elegance is often contradicted by her frequent squeals of indignation at those who dare to speak ill of Malcome Rennalds (or anything else Firefly related). We all benefit from her expertise in belly dancing, cabling, and thermal curtain making. She is a girl of simple pleasures who enjoys strong coffee, wool socks, rice puffs, and a good knit. The farmhouse wouldn’t be the same without her sharp wit and distinct squeals!