While running this morning, I spied a tiny yellow bird sitting on a fence. It was at the end of a fence on which sat the usual smallish brown birds. I wondered if it got lost in migration, or if I just haven't been very observant and in fact these little birds are all over the neighborhood. I wished I had with me the bird guide my father in law gave me. Perhaps I'll remember to bring it on my next walk.
On the beach this evening, as I was photographing this heron the boys found a tiny baby star fish which they described as ochre in color. They ran over to tell me and then couldn't find it again. Somehow, the loss added to the magic, to the sensation of rarity of the experience.
Geoducks were squirting, here there and everywhere like I've never seen before.
As I tucked in the boys, I could still smell the low tide in their hair and on their skin.
8 comments:
Once again, your words fill me up for the day.
Oh I want to see the heron as well. Great shot.
Your days are always so fulfilling. Wonderful shot of the heron!
PS. Thanks for the post on The Violets of March. I got it two days ago and really enjoy reading it. You can find one of my favourite extracts so far on my blog.
Beautifully documented... Your heron reminds me of my stay on Bainbridge Island. There was a heron I'd watch for every day. And small yellow birds, I've never seen them around here before, and this past Sunday we saw about 5 darting about near Tennessee Beach. Wild turkeys too, plus the usual quail and gulls.
I can almost smell the sea....
assuming this comment from 5/11 was lost, like so many others...
Beautifully documented... Your heron reminds me of my stay on Bainbridge Island. There was a heron I'd watch for every day. And small yellow birds, I've never seen them around here before, and this past Sunday we saw about 5 darting about near Tennessee Beach. Wild turkeys too, plus the usual quail and gulls.
gorgeous greys in these photos. I don't know the answers to your questions in the next post, but they are questions I'm often mulling over.
I love living near the shore. We have talked about living other amazing places, but right now, in this time of my life, I can't imagine being apart from the seashore, no matter where and which seashore that might be.
I can't reply to your post above, but it resonated so strongly with me. You said it beautifully (what I am sure many of us feel), without melancholy.
Warmly, Nicola
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