Monday, June 30, 2025, 58.8* 0642
Soileil met my eyes as I opened the door to a trio of voices muffled by heavy air. Time to apply flea and tick preventative to the three, to count days before the next application. Dew sparkles the car. Spider threads cross the yard, fly in the air as if attached to nothing.
I made coffee in the sunshine cup while waiting for Zsolt; the other two next to me impatient for their biscuits. Caught a glimpse of a huge wing folding as Zsolt came in. I assumed a Great Blue Heron though I couldn’t clearly see at that distance; couldn’t see through the tree the wing folded behind. I stood, waiting, looking, trying not to feed mosquitoes, trying not to drop the phone as I scanned through nature’s camouflage. Finally, a beak passed the tree head jutting like a turkey’s. Stepping slowly, barely moving the water a young Great Blue Heron.
Tranquility arrives unexpectedly.
Photo: LJ Austin [Heron is located lower left]
