Sunday began with breakfast with a local poet where we discussed Billy Collin’s poetry and, after a walk through Wright Park, agreed to re-read the Tao Teh Ching for our next breakfast.
Still, it proved a rather unremarkable day. Unable to agree on a movie, Leslie and I settled for a short trip to Belfair, despite the cool, overcast weather.
Though it was a pleasant enough three and half mile walk, we did not see a single new bird or animal and had to settle for:
a fleeing muskrat
just another cormorant on a log
more Canadian Geese landing
a Northern Harrier perched on a distant fence pole
yet another glimpse of a Great Blue Heron in a slough.