Most afternoons, when the shadows start to lengthen, I see a great blue heron flying north. The bird weaves in and out of the buildings, looking like a prehistoric Pterodactyl (actually known as a Pterosaur).
During my lunch explorations, I discovered a public garage several blocks away (from work) where I could look down on the rookery. They’re still pretty far away, but you definitely see the profile. You can’t see the nest without binoculars, but I was able to watch these birds land on the tree tops and settle in.
Word for tomorrow – LOOSE. If you prefer to work ahead, see the list for the week under “A Word A Day”.
I am a backyard adventurer, philosopher and observer, recording my life in journals and photographs. Visit my blog at www.livingtheseasons.com.