Bird Watching
I’m in a cabin by a spring fed lake. I went to sleep with the windows open and the soft sound of rain all around. The sun still lingered in the sky, but I was tired and ready for bed. The light rain is still here this morning as is the sunlight because the days are long in this northern clime, partly, I imagine, to make up for what happens this winter when it disappears and the cold comes.
Not only is our cabin by a lake, but it’s also in the woods, and they run right down to the shore except in the occasional spots where we and the ducks have access to the water. And speaking of ducks, while I got my coffee this morning I watched our little flotilla of mallards silently launch from the shore, mothers and babies, waddling and sliding into the clear water, heads up, all in a line.
I had a fun day yesterday watching the kids, watching the lake. We got the granddaughter a library card, toured the local community, went to the local swimming hole, and had dinner. In the evening, as everyone was winding down, I took a final moment in the day to sit beside the lake. I got a nice treat. The pair of loons who'd been swimming off across the lake all day started swimming straight at me, and when they got to my shore they made a left turn. As they swam by, I got a close up view of their dark heads and speckled backs. It was a friendly gesture. Big, elegant birds stopping by to say hello. A neighborly thing to do.