Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Autumnal foraging ...


Hurry up and take the picture ... I have nuts to collect ... it's my busiest season...


I love the Autumn. There is something about this time of year which, for me, evokes so much nostalgia. The earthy aromas filling the air, the coolness on the cheeks, and the activity ... sending us all, including the wildlife, in to a gathering frenzy. It seems to be the only time that we all connect and that anachronistic feeling of inequality and difference, disappears. It is the season of harvest, colour and abundance.

Yesterday, I went out walking across the common, to one of my favourite spots, by the pond. Here, this time of year, emits so much pleasure .. I saw a giant fish jump out of the water (no fishing allowed, so they grow to enormous size) sadly, was not quick enough to get the shot, but was a wonderful surprise, nevertheless. Then, the great blue heron emerged from the trees and swept his magnificent wings up to launch .... then proceeded to hunch himself, quietly on the bank. 

The Great Blue Heron

With an arousal of sheer delight, I captured the image ...


I was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the seasonal sun bathing me in Autumn glory. People were stopping to chat and swap stories about their dogs and experiences with the great blue, himself. The heron is well-known in the area and appears to thrive on the attention. His movement was balletic yet prehistoric. Showing grace and wisdom, although slightly top heavy. This guy has alot of wing but sustains such composure. There's an irrepressible flow in his flight and unquestionable respect for his manner. I felt very privileged to be graced with his swift presence.


The Heron Takes Off ...


What would the embers of summer be without an ethereal visit from the squirrel. The skittish and comical behaviour which always brings a smile. Humanely collecting nuts in his little hands and swimming through the air at such speed. The lightness of foot and tail disperse disdain and elicit a change in heart. Again, graceful movement gathers the rewards of the season and glides off towards the trees ... 


Taking the leap ...


Meanwhile the pond livens up once more and a flurry of activity arises amongst the ducks ... the splash-landings and waggish behaviour that always brings a chuckle .. The drakes surround the duck as she reflects on her shiny beak in to the mirroring water. Most instinctively ... she keeps the boys at wings length and shakes off the drops of water after her not-so-elegant landing.


Duck reflects ...


So ... to that end, here's to the seasonal blaze of glory. Autumn.





"Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

- George Eliot -







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