HERON ON THE MEADOW ~~ Signs of Spring
My neighbor and I spotted a marvelous tall slim bird in the meadow this morning, and it obliged my closeness with it’s
remarkable calm, coming I imagine with the knowledge it can fly off when choosing to despite my enthusiastic admiration, and prior even to that greet me with a stern and serious eye to eye challenge to its territory. I don’t know what it sought here, or if it found the treat of frog or snake, the meal, the sustenance. Or if, soaring over one Sunday afternoon, returned simply because it wondered what this lovely patch of flat ground next to the river held. (And PS if you know birds and this is not a Heron please do tell.)
French Lavender, as well as the fruit trees in the neighborhood are in bloom. And daffodils.
The Carmel River, which by the way has gone from zero to 3 pairs of Mallard ducks in less than a week, and become a roaring fine waterway, wide, clear and deep again.
Last week four bold Kayakers showed for a day’s frivolity, and yesterday a fellow and his Labrador stopped off, and trotted out to center bridge to see what the steelhead situation was.