Dear reader, Walks by the water, under the shadows of tall trees, and in the midst of birdsong leave me thirsty for more. I watch dabchicks go under the water, some already featuring their breeding plumage with reddish rust necks, while others remain a dull beige-brown. Cormorants sun themselves on rocks, flapping their wings furiously and cattle egrets fly over the water every few minutes and my gaze follows them until they disappear.
83: April Ambles
83: April Ambles
83: April Ambles
Dear reader, Walks by the water, under the shadows of tall trees, and in the midst of birdsong leave me thirsty for more. I watch dabchicks go under the water, some already featuring their breeding plumage with reddish rust necks, while others remain a dull beige-brown. Cormorants sun themselves on rocks, flapping their wings furiously and cattle egrets fly over the water every few minutes and my gaze follows them until they disappear.