On Sunday's jaunt that started in Redart, I paused to admire the reflections in this marsh. As I was driving away, something caught my eye.
| Up there. In that tree. |
| Pardon the lack of light, but it was a dreary day. |
| There he is. |
| I love the zoom on my camera. |
Welcome to Thursday, which is a day
I'll go first because I can.
1. A dear, dear person with whom I've worked for many years retires this week. Since I don't go back in to the office until Monday, we had to say our goodbyes yesterday. It was the first time in, well, ever I've shed a tear for someone who was leaving at work. I could write a book on things we've been through together and will miss Sandy a great deal.
2. My Christmas tree is up. Still. Yes. Even
3. In local news, this week's Gazette Journal reports that 106 species and 17,405 birds were counted in Mathews and Ware Neck during the Audubon Society's Christmas Bird Count. If any of those Christmas birds counted happen to be searching for a Christmas tree to perch in, I happen to have one still standing in my living room. Also, is it too late to add one heron in a dead pine tree to the official birding count? After all, had the heron above known such an official, organized event was going on, he surely would have flown a little bit south to be included in the headcount. (Or is it beak count?)
Now it's your turn to share three things. Or more. Or less. Whatever is on your mind. Anything at all.