A sweet sorrow.
I haven’t been to the nests in about 2 weeks. I know that it’s almost time for the last fledgling to leave. I both want and don’t want to go. I am eager, hoping they are still there—and hesitant with sadness knowing that it’s very close to an empty nest. I’m a bit embarrassed to say that I’m teary-eyed. These birds have given me so much delight and insight into life.
I decide to go. I grab my hat and camera and pedal fast to their site.
Approaching, I look up and laugh!
Juvenile Yellow-Crowned Night Heron is perky and curious. And with that, I’m in the moment.
I took this last photograph for you.
July 16, 2019
