I walked the dog on one of my favorite routes. It's a long, nearly-abandoned service road that divides a golf course and a state-protected wildlife management area. The trees arch in from both sides of the road and form a "tunnel" in spots. It's pretty secluded, which sometimes freaks me out, but there's nothing to be nervous about. Except birds and chipmunks. The sun was shining through the yellow and red leaves in rays. It felt so good.
Today I walked too. But no sun today. Back to blah-grey. Although, near the end of the walk, I was passing a stream that feeds into a lake and I saw something move so I stopped to see what it was. It was a huge Great Blue Heron.
|photo not my own.|
It cocked it's head at me and walked sideways on it's spindly legs. My dog and I passed the heron slowly and the heron eyed us suspiciously but didn't fly away, I was amazed. The heron was tall, probably up to my chin. It was huge! I finished walking feeling lucky to see such an amazing thing this morning. I guess sometimes it's the little things.
Just when I think I need medication (or a tanning bed appt.) for Seasonal Affective Disorder, a walk with my dog and seeing a bird make me feel better. Go figure.
Now what shall I do for the next, um, let's count here, Oct, Nov, Dec, Jan, Feb, Mar, Apr, in May it should start getting sunny again and the snow might be melting... Oh, Holy Herons, I'm going to have to employ that bird to stand there for me! Maybe I better research my options...