It’s dusk and the geese have come in for some bread, along with the pair of mallards that I’ve adopted. The drake and his mate have been coming for the past three weeks, getting bolder with every passing day. This morning they sat on the lawn and quacked loudly for their breakfast. I’m not inclined to hand feed them because I don’t want them getting too comfortable with humans, lest they end up on a spit over a campfire.
I have a heron who fishes across the river. I’ve named her Isis, although I don’t know if it’s a male or female. Whatever the gender, she is graceful and spectacular to watch.
Life is so peaceful here and I wonder what I did that the Universe should bless me in such a way. Blessed be 🙂