I’ve learned that all animals, even shore birds, have individual personalities and quirks. You’ve seen the three characters (egrets) above featured in this blog before. They are so predictable that as soon as I recognized them I knew what was about to happen. They are young egrets judging from their size–at least the pair is. The two like to hang out together; whether they are siblings or not, I don’t know, but they are never far apart. The third egret has different ideas. He is a solitary hunter and also extremely territorial. He flies into a rage whenever the two buzz into his space, which is a long stretch of creek bank he has claimed as his own. It is comical to watch, as the two seem to egg him on. Eventually today, he chased them to the far side of the creek before returning to his kingdom.
We humans only kids ourselves, there really is no gap between animals and us. We are pretty much the same.
The Goldenrod is beginning to bloom. It will be beautiful as it lines the path and fills the fields with bright, yellow flowers. One thing I have noticed this year: in nature’s wisdom there is always something coming into bloom so that the bees are always busy. First it was the sea oxeye daisies, then lantana and leather belles, then sweetscent. Now it’s goldenrod, and so on and on. Very good planning on nature’s part, of course.
It rained most of the morning. A good rain, the kind we needed most – though, on the north side of town the rain has not been as moderate. Grey skies hung around most of the day – my favorite kind of sky– and so appropriate for the eve of fall. (It officially arrives tomorrow.) But right at the very end of the day, in the last few minutes, the sun dropped from the clouds and made its appearance–and not in a shabby way. It set what little remained of the day on fire. It was a fitting end to the blazing season.
I bid summer adieu, and welcome fall.
Green Thought:“The ancient rhythms of the earth have insinuated themselves into the rhythms of the human heart. The earth is not outside us; it is within: the clay from where the tree of the body grows.” ― John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace