Rumours of the Tundra Swans in our neighbourhood lure us out. They migrate through here in early spring and linger for a week or two. We head to the drive along the river where the Common Mergansers are currently doing their mating dances.
Caught this female in the midst of the ritual. Love the hairdo.
Further downstream, we spotted a newcomer to town: Hooded Merganser.
Such a beautiful bird.
The swans were nowhere in sight, so we decided to drive to a nearby town. On the way, I spotted a few large white birds on a local pond:
Elegance with feathers.
( For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt:
A landmark in my life, the river follows
ages, and eras, seasons measured by her flow
She acknowledges change, bears the winter
regally, swells with confidence as Spring rains
Will walk beside me in sunnier times, and
hold my secrets as Autumn catches us in her flames
She holds my heart, my faith, always knows
and at end of day, oh how she glows. (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: A River Runs Through It.)
Narrow this road
into deepening woods intrigue commands exploration
Some passages overgrown with obstacles call to a younger self – imagination only ventures this way.
(For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge:
The joy of birdsong
Oh, how I long for Spring.
(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge:
I cast my shadow over white banks
assert my presence, proud, defiant
Will find beauty in deserted golf courses
and colour in a monochrome season
I am haunted by a Winter state of mind
resolved to stretch myself despite creeping chill.
(Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is
winter scenes. This Winter I am challenging myself to endure a season that typically I escape. I am determined to find the blessings. So far, so good.)
Summer, I hold you in my heart
even as the trees stand bare having shed their Autumn garbs
The glow of green still buzzes
carries me through the cold a promise worth the wait. (Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: opposite weather.)
How many winter walks
ended with burrs matted in curly Wheaton hair; how you wriggled to escape the grooming, how we laughed at your jokester antics?
Your spirit still fills
the empty spaces, I hear the jingle of your collar, catch a whiff of terrier fluff, pull on an invisible leash whenever I encounter burrs.
Flower of the Day)