This week has been a week of preparation for a five-day long Dressage Riding clinic that I’m participating in next week. So while the migrating birds have been calling my name daily, I’ve been unable to get out and bird.
It was a hazy and overcast morning, and these barns seemed a bit forlorn along the soybean field. Even an old car was left along the side, left to the elements to rust with the wind and rain.
I stopped by a local park on the way home to try get at least a little birding in. When I arrived to the Wood Duck pond, I had forgotten how to be really stealth when approaching the edge. Little did I know, but two wood ducks flushed not 10 feet from where I was heading and flew off squawking to the other side.
I sat for about 10 minutes, wondering if they would come out, but then decided I needed to get home. Again, little did I know there was a Green Heron just steps away from me. He too flew off squawking and fussing. DARN ! Two missed fantastic photo ops.
Now the challenge has been set. I’m determined to stalk this pond to get the perfect wood duck and Green Heron shots. Somehow I think a chair will be required.
The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.