Some Things Never Change

Life was much different this spring and summer, unlike the others with time for leisure. When everything seems hurried, lost, and off balance, isn’t that when we yearn for the familiar?

Under the scorching sun, find some shade under the willows and cool yourself. I was there, with them.

I went to my most loved, familiar place, but not often enough - that
pond at Beaver Creek Road near the shopping plaza. I wonder how many of my blog posts center around this pond? Quite a few, I know.

In June I learned the resident beavers were relocated and replaced with several large snapping turtles. The “association” wanted it to be that way…

I worried about my spark bird.

Since I hadn’t been to the pond in many weeks, I was anxious to know if Great Blue Heron was still getting its belly filled in that well-stocked pond.

Relief. I saw heron from afar...

As expected, heron was not amused to see me

and once again, I slowly and quietly followed,

forgetting about how hot it was that day.

Some things never change.

Once again, we played Peek-a-Boo.

Returning to Beaver Creek Road was a gift


inexpensive


just lower the shoulders

breathe,

soak up the bird song

and giggle quietly at the heron

having lunch.

Red-winged Blackbirds sang to the heavens and raised families.

I was missing the Great White Egret when my nemesis bird landed before my eyes,

yelled loudly, flipped me the bird, and flew away in a second or two.

When I wanted to relax, he caused my blood pressure to spike, but that’s to be expected. He's a Belted Kingfisher. Ha. Ha.

Some things never change.

Have you seen a Green Heron dance?

I waited.


And waited.


And waited for the Green Heron neck extension.

I didn’t get the long red neck but I got this. Thanks, Green Heron.

All was well in my world

one day in July

when nature remained.