Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Third Time. No Charm.

For the third time, I rounded a curve toward the metal bridge and heard a bird choughing.  For the first time, I knew who it was.  For the third time, I saw it glide on wide wings into the forest.  An owl.

Third time.  No charm at Lake Cheston this morning except for this obliging female Blue Corporal.  She will have to do.


But tomorrow, I shall try again.

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