Earlier in the spring this tree toppled into the river. The beavers were delighted. I'd often see a clump of branches floating across or upstream, carried off to become part of the beavers lunch or dwelling.
Someone eventually sawed all the leaved branches and only the trunk remains. A perfect perch site for this handsome winged creature.
Closer and closer I glided, taking pictures all the while. Then got this shot-the pattern on its wings clearly defined. His hooked beak and alert eyes vivid. (my brother in law informed me this is a cormorant)
A short while later I am reading from Paul Gallagher's book on Tai Chi, in which I read this poem written by Purple Gold.
And this lovely illustration is in it. How appropriate!
The river traffic was heavy tonight. I saw: 1. a guy fishing in a motorized canoe 2. 2 guys in bright yellow kayaks (who said they'd put in behind the correction center in Windham) 3. a guy in a small motorized boat, fishing upstream 4. 4 young women kayaking together (I heard them before I seen them) and 2 are pictured here
After the young women left, I floated slowly back downstream, enjoying the peace. Crickets chirped. Birds sang.
Imagine my thrill at seeing my cormorant again...this time on the tip of a leafless branch with the moon as a backdrop.
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