She has been fishing to feed her chick and is now resting for a moment to dry her feathers and groom. She didn’t need that fisherman’s dip net. She dives like a bullet and extracts her prey with those powerful talons. But don’t you wonder if the fisherman who left the dip net unattended ever figured out what happened to it? Merry Christmas, dear followers. May your New Year be filled with equally delightful surprises.
After death, a voice rises The earth groans Thunder rumbles… Live, they say. Live. Live. Live. –BJK
Dear followers of my blog: As I write, my twin grandbabies–a boy and a girl–are being born by c-section at a hospital in Baton Rouge. This is a little early, but they are good weights and should be fine. I’m more concerned about my daughter-in-law, who’s experiencing blood pressure issues. If you are the praying kind, please do. If not, your kind thoughts and encouraging vibes are also welcome. I cannot wait to gather my little flock around me! Thank you. bjk
Be praised, my Lord, for Sister Water, who is very useful to us, and humble and precious and pure. Be praised, my Lord, for Sister Earth, our Mother, who nourishes us and sustains us, bringing forth fruits and vegetables of many kinds and flowers of many colours. –from “Canticle of Creation” by St. Francis of Assissi
This mother green heron is protecting her baby from a roadside hawk. The hawk is sitting in a shrub above and to the left, no more than 30 yards away. It had swooped in toward the baby heron alone on the river bank, but the mother heron saw it–long before the human observers on the boat saw it–and came to her chick’s rescue. She was absolutely fierce. The hawk watched like a… well, you know, like a hawk! The humans watched with bated breath. And then the hawk–no match for the mother heron–took off in search of less well-protected prey….