Oh, joy! Today was my first day back on the lake cruising with Captain Doug since my surgery. We quickly found a female bald eagle and a fledgling right close to her. I don’t know what nest they were from but it sure did my heart a whole lot of good to be in the living presence of such majesty again.
Grayced the Cat naps in the evening golden hour. I smile at his repose while thinking of all the hours he has spent comforting me in my continuing recovery. Each day I walk further and Grayced is home waiting to fill my lap with soothing purrs … while avoiding the ice pack on my knee.
The surgeon has released me back to the wild – albeit at a slow careful pace! I arrived shoreside and was able to record a tale in my Jordan Lake Myths. 🐢 It had been a very rough, very stormy night that lasted into the morning. The ancient timber lizard – not seen in a millennium – was actually tossed into the water! The pond turtle came to see if it could help the lizard. “Yes”, said the ancient timber lizard, “my eyes got bruised, and I can’t really see”. “Well”, said the turtle, “I will just climb up on your back and help give you directions.“ It was a slow paddle, given the damage to the timber lizard legs, and even its snout. Eventually, the ancient timber lizard reached land and as it slipped into the shoreline shrubs, it said “thank you dear turtle, thank you“.
when we remember those who gave away their very lives to carve a path of Freedom for us all
The two bald eagle chicks at First Nest have fledged! 1st fledgling in far upper right and empty nest far lower left. 2nd Mom Kate far left looking up to fledgling far upper right. Capt. Doug has been doing double duty: checking his nests as well as mine to monitor while I am in recovery. My recovery is being greatly helped by shared thoughts and photos from all of you and by Capt. Doug’s continuing observances at First Nest for me. Thank you all!
The wizened elder cocked her head and thought that perhaps the glittering strings of water were best remembered as rain ribbons of slowly dancing twists of silver. She smiled and today became a remembered monochrome of summer storms of a long past childhood.
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