I just returned from closing up the chickens
for the night.
I’m excited.
The yard is at dusk…the sun had set
and the crescent moon was fairly high overhead.
Darkness had not fully arrived.
My left peripheral vision noticed
something in the sky. I looked.
Flying towards me was a couple of
herons. I just adore herons.
Their flight was smooth, quiet, and
deliberate. Their heads high, long legs straight
back - characteristic heron. I hoped
that they were a breeding couple.
I watched as they crossed my path and continued
into the woods. They entered the woodland
below tree top level; thus, providing a gauge to their flight height above my
own.
I could see them meander through the
trees without missing a beat. And then,
they were gone.
Timing is everything.
The moment…magnificent.
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