This week the girl got a little brush up on Newton's third law of motion and discovered that the force applied to an immovable object is translated back into the object striking it - re: granite coffee table and baby toe. Results of experiment: broken baby toe and quite possibly the most extensive bruising I have ever done on a foot.
The toe kinda curtailed the beach walks since the sand was enough to make the girl fall over - repeatedly. I did manage some additional time at the Audubon sanctuary, but saw no additional birds beyond those that were there the last time. Still, it is a peaceful place with a good bench for sitting and thinking.
I spent quite a while watching a great blue heron so well camouflaged in the reeds, that I can't see him in the photos. I figured whatever he was hunting was toast. Then I wondered - What was he hunting? Small fish was my guess. Spawning circular thoughts about the hunter, watching the hunted.
I watch the heron
the heron watches the fish
the fish watch the dragonflies
the dragonflies watch the mosquitos
for which I am grateful as hell.
Look for yourself in the photo below - heron-go-seek