Egrets don’t really have any way of hiding, do they? Unless they’re standing against a snowy background (which they never are), these huge white birds are easy to spot and photograph, for which I bless them and thank God.
I’m guessing the egret might have stayed where it was and posed if I hadn’t stopped, pointed and said loudly to my husband, “LOOK!” Rookie mistake.
I was actually on the hunt for killdeer, since you can hear their shrill cries out over the fields. With clever eyes, you can spot them flying, but always just out of reach and never seeming to touch down.
Speaking of clever eyes, as we were walking the other day, I thought I spied a rib cage out in the brush. You don’t see that every day. I meandered down to get a closer look and as we suspected, it was the remains of a deer. Odd place to die, though – in a very narrow wooded area between the walking path and some houses. If you watch as many murder mysteries as we do, everything starts to seem sinister.
I went out last night just before we went up to bed so I could get a photo of Mr. Gnome shining his light upon the yard. It’s a terrible photo – I think I can do better. While I was crouched down with my phone getting the photo, something rustled in the leaves right by me and I sort of freaked out. I’m easily spooked.
This has definitely been a musing post, but not necessarily an amusing post.
I don’t think the world would miss this blog post at all if I deleted it in the morning.
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