“It is nice finding that place where you can just go and relax.” ~ Moises Arias
Sitting out by the creek watching the birds come home to roost for the night is a daily pleasure. On this particular evening, through the steady din of motor vehicles themselves fighting to get their pilots safely back home, I completely get how life can be so simple as a favorite roosting tree. And I am thankful that I work and relax in the same wonderful space — no transportation save my feet to get there every day.
The Black-bellied Whistling Ducks are a regular for evening fly-by’s, leading the way with their noisy ‘whistles’ to other small groupings like them that it’s time to move on. The White Ibis may be a quieter bunch, but they are most beautiful contrasted against the rosy sky.
An evening at the creek is never quite complete without the rattle-chatter of a passing Belted Kingfisher — intent on securing her territory — while the Red-shouldered Hawks call back and forth across the creek. In another month or so, it will be the frogs and their racket joining in. For now, the little birds have already begun settling in for the night so they can begin the day fresh tomorrow before the sun rises. No busy-ness for them in the evening hours; unlike homo sapiens, they know better and shut down for the night instead. They must elude the hungry snakes and owls and nighttime prowlers until morning.
And so ends another day.