I recently returned from visiting my mother who now lives in central New York, and while there I was not able to start my day with my usual dawn walks (I did try one day, but it was only 16 degrees fahrenheit, the ground was slick and frozen, and I threw in the towel early). Although I had a very nice time being with my wife, mother, and my sister and her family, I really missed that time that I am accustomed to having for myself in the mornings.
Today, although tired and a bit jet lagged from the trip, I woke up early and enthusiastically headed head out for my beloved walk. It was dark when I arrived, and at the first hints of daylight, a beautiful display of early morning colors appeared somewhere around the east bay, while wonderful smells greeted me at special points around the path. I heard loud, unfamiliar sounds at the north west part of the lake, and saw two great blue herons engaged in what seemed like a fight (or at least, an argument), as one doggedly pursued the other around their usual nesting tree. I have seen the herons here many times during my early walks, but never saw them in this way. Squirrels and ducks looked to me for food (they obviously had me confused with someone else), and I noticed that the coots, whose ranks were so populous on my last walk, seemed to have left and continued on in their migrations. It's great to be back home.
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