Another Sweet Surprise Morning
This morning, Ma Nature was kind to me again. Sitting on the back deck for my early morning cup of coffee and moments of morning tranquility with my sweet Vinnie, I watched a grey egret fly overhead, east to west. S/He flew low, barely clearing the neighbor's roof, which put her 30 to 40 feet away. I clearly saw the soft gray of her feathers as she leisurely glided by. So elegant and lovely.
Shortly afterward, I heard a surprisingly familiar call that startled me to hear in my inner city back yard. Sounding like warbling, harsh laughter--often described as "haunting", the call yanked my attention to the southwest. Again I heard it. Then, a large bird flapped across the sky, laughing in derision as s/he went. I can barely believe I saw a single Common Loon flying and calling her way across south Minneapolis this morning. I'm guessing she may have been heading toward Powderhorn Park Lake for a break in her travels; but she may have just started and is now winging north over Coon Rapids. Whichever ... I wish her WellSped on her long flight to our northern Minnesota lakes. Of course, to her perception she's probably almost there.
A few days ago I shot some early morning cloud photos. Here are a few that I rather like:
I watched a jet race on past the cloud formations as though a gold and sapphire trophy awaited the winner.
The pilot must have had a terrific view.
Shortly afterward, I heard a surprisingly familiar call that startled me to hear in my inner city back yard. Sounding like warbling, harsh laughter--often described as "haunting", the call yanked my attention to the southwest. Again I heard it. Then, a large bird flapped across the sky, laughing in derision as s/he went. I can barely believe I saw a single Common Loon flying and calling her way across south Minneapolis this morning. I'm guessing she may have been heading toward Powderhorn Park Lake for a break in her travels; but she may have just started and is now winging north over Coon Rapids. Whichever ... I wish her WellSped on her long flight to our northern Minnesota lakes. Of course, to her perception she's probably almost there.
A few days ago I shot some early morning cloud photos. Here are a few that I rather like:
I watched a jet race on past the cloud formations as though a gold and sapphire trophy awaited the winner.
The pilot must have had a terrific view.