Fortunately, the herons aren’t shy.
Well, most of them aren’t shy.
The rainy day suited other foragers, too.
I’m hoping to visit again soon. In the meantime, yesterday morning I met two friends at Pleasure House Point, where we enjoyed a walk that started in fog and ended in sunshine.
This was my first visit to Pleasure House Point, but it won’t be my last. As the fog lifted, I fell more and more in love with the mixed terrain.
And with the wildlife. Here again, Yellow-crowned Night-Herons were the stars of the show.
There were plenty of other attractions, all equally beautiful.
We even caught a glimpse of a Clapper Rail, a new bird for me. (I sent one of the photos to our local wildlife columnist for identification, because I couldn’t convince myself that it really was a Clapper Rail.)
I’m eager to return to Pleasure House Point, and to see my friend’s heron nest again. But first on my list are unfinished projects in the house and yard. Then I have a couple of short stories to write. And poems to submit. And manuscripts to revise.
The list goes on, as lists tend to do.