Knowing that this week’s trip to Colorado could very well mean I will miss the rest of the Spring Migration, I told Ruth Sullivan I would go birding with her last Friday, and the weather certainly cooperated. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and surprisingly warm.
It was a joy just to hang out on the beach with friends,
gazing up at flocks of Cormorants flying overhead,
the calm occasionally shattered
by a Peregrine Falcon trying unsuccessfully to separate one of the shorebirds from the flock.
Danger past, a Western Sandpiper tiptoed nearer,
while a Least Sandpiper remained closer to the safety of water’s edge.