Meadowlarks are not a bird that I normally see, so I was excited to spot several out in a field near the Mississippi River. They were busily gathering grass seeds and grain. Their pop of yellow color livened up an otherwise dull landscape.
“The presence of a single bird can change everything for one who appreciates them.” ~Julie Zickefoose
Several photos that were taken around the lake during December. I was surprised to see two turtles sunning on a log so late in the year. I’m sure they will find a warmer place underwater as the big cold front creeps in this weekend.
Below is a peaceful scene of cormorants and gulls gathered at a distance from the boardwalk.
“I like to think that to one in sympathy with nature, each season, in turn, seems the loveliest.” ~Mark Twain
Note: Credit goes to my husband for the colorful slug photo.
Discovering a bird’s nest tucked away among the branches is always fascinating, offering a glimpse into the varied shapes and materials they use to construct their homes. Here are several nests, both occupied and unoccupied, that I’ve come across this year.
… And every day the she-bird crouched on her nest, silent,
And every day I, a curious child, never too close, never disturbing them,
Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating …
~Walt Whitman
Anyone who has ever taken a walk with me knows that I am not a fast walker. I prefer to move at a leisurely pace, allowing myself time to pause, absorb, and appreciate my surroundings. How much we miss in life by rushing past all of its little treasures.
It wasn’t until I slowed the car and rolled down the windows that I realized I spend most of my days driving ‘through’ life without driving ‘in’ life. So, I’ve decided to walk because the pace is slower and the windows are always down. ~Craig D. Lounsbrough
Cypress trees reflected on the still waters of the lake.
“There is something more beautiful than a beautiful thing and that is a beautiful thing which has a beautiful reflection on the water.” ~ Mehmet Murat Ildan
We spotted a Mississippi map turtle basking near the base of a cypress tree in the lake. These turtles inhabit waters along the Mississippi River and are identifiable by their shell patterns, which resemble the contoured lines of a map. They feature vivid yellow markings, yellow eyes, and a serrated ridge down the center of their shells. Their diet consists of aquatic plants, fish, and invertebrates.
“Picture me then idle, basking, plump, and happy, stretched on a cushioned deck, warmed with constant sunshine, rocked by breezes indolently soft.” ~Charlotte Bronte
Autumn is my favorite season of the year. Stepping out into nature, breathing in the crisp, changing air, and observing the ever-changing surroundings inspire a feeling of thankfulness and joy.
“Every footstep into fall fills my soul with undying awe.” ~Angie Weiland-Crosby
A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and silver strings
To catch all sorts of flying things,
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles
And specks of dried-up tears,
And dust of dreams that catch and cling
For years and years and years …
~Shel Silverstein
The barred owl, with intent focus, glided over the flooded forest floor, stretching out its talons to swiftly snatch up its prey. Then it landed on a nearby tree branch to examine its prize. Carefully, it extricated its catch from collected debris. Aware of my presence, the owl took flight deeper into the woods to savor its snack in solitude.
“One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating.”
– Luciano Pavarotti
Each day, during my walk along the country road, I come across a small cluster of white asters. This area has clearly become a “happening spot”, serving as a source of sustenance for a number of pollinating insects. It is fascinating to watch as they perform their graceful dance among the blooms.
The careful insect ‘midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies.
~John Gay
walking on a country road 