SOL 2016, D 23

We walked the beach for hours this afternoon, far from town  with only a few footprints and no one to be seen for long stretches.  We came across so many birds as the sun set at feeding time.

 

He stood in the water just off shore

a stately heron searching for his dinner

“I hope he doesn’t mind if we walk past,” I whisper

we slow our pace, he doesn’t look up

suddenly he takes flight

just skimming the surface of the placid water

and lets out a long, loud squack

“I think he minds”

but he lands all of ten feet behind us

and resumes his hunt

but his long skinny legs planted a little farther apart

as if to say, “Don’t bother me again, I have work to do.”