As I walked Nisqually yesterday, pterodactyl-like Great Blue Herons soared overhead, bringing with them a sense of deja-vu.
Suddenly the refuge had returned to its â€śoriginalâ€? state, at least to the state it was when I started visiting July 30th of last year.
Looking back at last yearâ€™s entries, the refuge was dominated yesterday by similar species, by Great Blue Heron,
by numerous small shorebirds like these Lesser Yellowlegs.
I was surprised how right these changes felt though it wasnâ€™t until I got home and checked this web journal that I realized it had been almost a year to the day I first visited Nisqually.
Last year it was the newness of Nisqually that thrilled me. Perhaps, then, itâ€™s fitting that I didnâ€™t see a single new species yesterday. Instead, it was knowing I had become attuned enough to the changes here that I recognized the completion of a cycle, a cycle that is older than the calendar itself, that thrilled me.
Of course, as one of the volunteers matter-of-factly pointed out, the reason the Great Blues had returned was that the water in the wetlands was low enough that they could easily find the small fish and polywogs that had flourished in the waters fed by fall and spring rain.