Before I even left, right in the side yard was our new friend Mockingbird who has been visiting daily to snack on our holly berries. Mockingbird was perched on the top of our blue spruce.
That's a good start, I thought. I decided to take the path I found last spring that led me to the great blue heron rookery. I hadn't taken that path since the fall and wasn't sure how deep the snow would be. Rainboots √
Rounding the corner onto the crop fields the fresh air and sunshine felt heavenly.
I found the path to the best lookout sight to the rookery. The wild growth had hidden it. As I tried several times during the summer & fall to find it I could not.
The spot that was so bounteous with colorful life and sounds in the spring, was now eerily quiet, stark of color and life.
Back to the path I found the cutest little nests just about eye level, which isn't very high. These were not visible to me before. One was adorned with bittersweet berries.
Approaching the bridge that covers the Mill River running into the Connecticut River there were only seagulls,
which I am not interested in. There were two men talking on the bridge. As I got closer I was pretty sure that the one with the camera was the wildlife photographer husband of a lovely co-worker. I knew that this was also one of his favorite spots and I did see one picture of him. I asked if his name was Mort (it was) and introduced myself. Mort is a phenomenal wildlife photographer. You can see his work on Facebook by typing in Mort's Wildlife Photography.