October 30th 2016

····tionless waters sliding under the great blue
Twice a year, in the little stretch of brook that passes just steps behind our house, a migrating great blue heron visits. The bird only stays for several minutes, fishing for brook trout, then continues on its way. They’re large and graceful birds, like gray flamingos, hardly seeming to belong to a small October’s brook in the mid-woods of Vermont.
359 October 30th 2016 | bottlecap

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