Allergic to Creedence. My last bar band had two hot female singers (all five members of the band could sing) and the drunks would nevertheless request Creedence. Which we didn't do, period. So on our breaks they'd load the jukebox with Creedence songs and bug the bartender to turn it way up (to 11). But, as ould Bertie Russell used to remark, if one likes that sort of thing, it's precisely the sort of thing one likes.
The heron avatar is a tiny portion of this:
Thanks— After squinting like crazy at Durango's pic, I did figure out that it's the San Juan.