there is a place where we go...
a secret tidal creek that shoots off our bay...
to learn this secret one must watch in the early summer twilight, the way which the egrets fly at the end of their day...
to enter this secret cove that varies from year to year...
one must hush & let the tide have its way...
but the reward is great as the sun falls...
soon gentle wings caress the air & the trees are ornamented...
as the egrets of our marsh & bay yield to twilight's yearnings & find a roost for the night to stay...
as graceful night sweeps the sky, one's soul is refreshed here in the last bit of the light of day...
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such magic birds
They sleep in the trees? Gosh, I know I should have known that but I sure didn't. Those branches don't even look big enough to hold those big birds.... but then, I guess they don't weigh much since they CAN fly. lol
Yes, I am a dork. As you well know now!
I know how much you love to travel, but from the photos you post on your surrounding area, I'm wondering how you manage to tear yourself away from such a magical place.
I saw ONE at the top of a tree as we drove to Willows this past Friday. Seeing a tree filled with these birds is stunning.
Beautiful birds. WE don't have them here.
I'd be over the moon if they stopped here!
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