We’ve had an explosion of wildlife sightings in our neighborhood, most of them by Walking Partner and her family across the street. In April alone they have observed a great horned owl in a tree just south of their house, a hawk’s nest in the yard to their north, and this past weekend, a fox in their back yard–at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. (I’ve had foxes in my yard, too, but I have to get up at 5:30 a.m. to see them. This is soooo not fair…)
Tonight it was my turn.
Today was the first full day of sun for as long as anyone can remember, and even though I went for a brief walk earlier, I went out again after supper. Heading back home about 20 minutes before sunset, I saw, in the space of eight minutes:
- One Little Blue Heron, in flight above the trees along the Menomonee River. I know it was a heron because its neck had the characteristic S curve, and I suspect it’s the same one Walking Partner and I watched by the bridge last summer. Little Blue heron aren’t supposed to live this far north but apparently this one hadn’t gotten the memo.
- One coyote (my first ever, a moment of major squee!!!). It trotted across the parkway toward the river and disappeared into the underbrush, which was not that much of a trick since the coyote was the same color as the bushes, which have not yet leafed out.
All I need to make this a perfect walk, I thought, are a couple of deer. And three minutes later I passed the sledding hill and there they were, two does browsing in the soccer field at the foot of the hill..
It has been a long, long winter in my part of the world. While winter and gloom and rain make for great writing weather, lately I have been running pretty much on empty.
I think things are about to change.
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