Monday, September 21, 2020

Water bird, water bird

 This afternoon while sitting on the patio and writing, I saw a crane flying against the wind, a stiff breeze from the northeast. Like the eagle from earlier, the crane hovered for a second or so and then descended into the top of a large pine tree.

It is always strange to see a wading bird land in the top of a tree.

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