end of day #ChesBay
I watched a great blue heron fish for his supper this evening. Over a span of some 90 minutes, he hid in the shadows, and stealthily stalked up on minnows and small perch. It took a good 15 minutes between bites, but he was focused, still and steady. I was hoping to catch a view of the young heron – it hatched nearby not so long ago – we spied it in mid-July and it was about 2 foot tall. They say the chicks grow to 4 feet in just 12 weeks.
Slowing my own personal pace down to Harris Cove time, I sat, watched, and listened. The pops and squirts, the barn swallows and egrets, distant sound of a boat. Laughter, from across the water in the distance. The ever-present birdsong. Time, just sliding by. And we’re either there, in that moment, or – all too often – not. I was in that moment, all of them – tonight.