I walked in the grove this morning. Several peninsulas emerge in the grove, cut by the swift and long-flowing water of Salt Creek. Upon purchasing Flying Hat Ranchito eight-years ago, I found a red metal chair on the peninsula I photographed, a solitary chair for the previous owner to muse, observe or rest. I took the chair off the peninsula.
Wet and cold the air, I saw track of the Great Blue Heron that frequents the creek that meanders among the elm, oak and juniper. I see one or two of them each day flying to the cow tanks about the ranchito. The heron track I identified with my Peterson’s field guide to animal tracks, a new third edition I purchased when Border’s went out of business in Fort Worth.
I was not alone as I walked in the grove. The Great Blue Heron — past and present — walked with me in the grove today.
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