In Mallard’s wake woe – with clipped wings, I watch and yearn for Winter sojourn. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites
Feathers fanned pronounce prowess of river raven – deep diver, swift flight. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Image from personal collection.)
The river holds so many surprises least of which is the sudden appearance at water’s edge of a tall white egret – a countenance I
My forward movement startles us both – you ground foraging with the robins, me delighted by a flash of red – heart at your nape.
Blending in the gift of stealth only your voice – woodsy reed – alerts me to your presence. You are grey sky and rushing waters
I am in awe of the eagles who have made our neighbourhood home. To see them up close is such a blessing. For Granny Shot