Nature Done Wright

  Back in the days before I started this blog, I used to write in a nature journal as much as possible.

   I don’t anymore, and I miss it.

   So I am going to write this blog entry like I used to write my journal, and throw in some pictures I took, and see what you think.

   Around 5:30 tonight, I got home from work, grabbed my binoculars and camera, and went straight to the Warden’s Watch at the Celery Farm.

  The weather was barely warm enough for me to be in shirt sleeves. The breeze had died. The leaves were still holding, and since peak foliage was supposed to eight days ago, I figured that in a way I was living on borrowed time.

  I was pleased to see I was the only one on the Warden’s Watch. While sharing can be enjoyable, a touch of solitude in the Celery Farm at the end of a work week is incomparable.

    I did not see much in the way of bird activity, but I did catch a flash of white on my left — a kingfisher landing on a wood-duck box.

   He perched on his box, and I perched on my platform, and I’d like to think we enjoyed the foliage in the fading light, alone together, almost suspended in time.

   Just before dusk, he flew silently — fast and low — across the water past the Warden’s Watch, a brusque goodbye.

   The sunset on the trees across the lake soon shrank.

    Starlings by the hundreds converged on the farm.

    And I descended the platform on my way back to a place called everyday.