My Neck Of The Woods

I was fishtailing my way through deep slush encased in sheer ice alongside the runway this early morning- thinking low tide always is a “good read” to share at Race point.  But as the slippery trek out quickly began to become a story on its own I turned back, heading home- to my neck of the woods. Maybe wait for an afternoon thaw.

I arrived with Crows tattling on a Red-shouldered hawk spying on fluttering Goldfinches, and Pheasants in a skirmish.  Days before, I “read” a more serene moment as a mature Bald eagle glided over the Parade Grounds.

Putting down my camera, binoculars, notebook, while warming my toes- I smiled and thought some days just looking out a window is just fine…..