A heron just flew
directly over my head.
WOW! Double WOW!
I had never been that
close to a flying heron and I had never observed a heron from that perspective.
It was absolutely amazing.
I caught that
proverbial glimpse from the corner of my eye, which made me look up, as I was
walking back to the house from watering the chickens.
There was no sound
from the extended wings that slowly raised and lowered in a smooth rhythm as
the body quietly passed over my head.
The color, light to medium grey, was exquisite against the deep blue of
the afternoon sky. Just before the bird
reached the tree tops of the nearby woods at the edge of my vegetable garden
and disappeared, I was finally able to observe the entire body.
Yep…positive verification
that I had another heron sighting…such a fabulous addition to a beautiful, late
(actually, last) summer day; perhaps, my personal good-by to the season of sun,
green grass, and garden bounty.
Amidst the chaos of
the outside world, there are still moments of peace and tranquility…at least, in my world, at
Mountain Glen Farm.
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