The sky was fairly rippling with birds tonight when we came in from the barn. Lots of Canadas shuttling back and forth and cupping down to the river. A couple of batches of small ducks that were probably teal. A goodly helping of assorted-sized flocks of ducks medium and large in body size but with almost no light in the sky it would have taken a lot better birder than I to even pick out mallards.
It was thrilling to see them just the same. And there were a LOT of them.
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That's a great close-up of the rippled reflection. I had no idea what it was!
Marianne. I love these pictures.
It brings to mind a sort of parable my mother told about a little boy that envied the people, across the valley, who lived in the house with the golden windows.
Of course when he decides to explore the focus of his yearning . . . he discovers that it has been a mere illusion that induced his longing,
Rev. Paul, thanks! I was wandering around the yard looking for birds and saw the sunset reflecting in the old window....it was pretty
Cathy, thanks! Neat parable and so true.
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