Saturday, October 07, 2006

Quiet Shallows, No Heron

Dalhousie Lake was sunny and forlorn yesterday morning. The loons departed a few weeks ago, and the geese and ducks who frequented the place all summer long are spending most of their time in the farm fields on the north side of the lake - they return in evening to rest and exchange gossip, but they are seldom be seen here during daylight hours. Last night, the geese were silhouettes against the full moon, and they were singing the season as they passed overhead.

I went down to the lake looking for my heron yesterday, knowing in my bones that he would be leaving us within the next few days and wanting to wish him a safe journey southward, but my friend (it appears) has already left us for the year. The shallows were without their majestic summer resident, and they were without frogs, water beetles and floating florals too. There were white and yellow (spatterdock) waterlilies everywhere here this summer, but all that remained of the season's watery abundance were rapidly browning tufts of tall water bloomers and bronze waterlily leaves.


Maya's Granny said...

The blue herons who nest near my apartment have left for the season, as well. I always miss them when they're gone; I love to watch them.

When I lived in Fairbanks, my favorites were the sandhill cranes, with their rusty gate hinge call.

Anonymous said...

Happy Thanksgiving! And may I say I'm very grateful you posted the butterfly photo.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world,
the master calls a butterfly."
~Richard Bach

Couldn't resist. :)