“doc in the field LITERALLY” – was the subject line in the email from my friend Scot. I laughed and replied “Too funny! I reckon we best hope I don’t go to seed along with all the other wildflowers.”
Scot and I were involved in the quarterly eagle count for Jordan Lake when he took this photograph of me.
detail of the keeled scales of a brown water snake
amber, gold, brown and bronze jewels
a marvelous sight this morning at the river
If ever the term “coy” or maybe “shy” or “bemused” could be applied to a great blue heron – who is usually bossy, raucous, grumpy and noisy –
perhaps this candid shot would be my chance.
bald eagle over the Haw River and Jordan Lake
When I saw this great blue heron throw himself into the river my heart almost stopped –
not in fear for his life but because I knew that fishing technique.
Last October 1, I wrote of two great blue herons who helped me cope with my disability as they dealt with theirs.
I had not seen either heron for many months at that point and assumed they had gone Home.
Then this morning I saw Ball Foot make his plunge – his way to fish because of a foot that was balled-up due to fishing line.
I whooped in triumph with him as he pulled this fish from the Haw – oh, my.
I was sitting across the river when I took this photo this morning. The black vulture had flown in, poked at the beer can, but then began working on the fish skeleton. As a veterinarian I don’t believe that animals, wild or domestic should have alcohol. As a citizen I was upset that people had littered the riverbank with trash and cans –
not to mention that alcohol is forbidden anywhere on Jordan Lake, or federal property on the Haw River.
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