Birds of a feather
Jan. 8th, 2012 09:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valancy_janeThe other day, C and I stopped at our favorite taco place and grabbed a few tacos to go. It was New Year's eve, so they were closing early, and we loaded up the condiments (really fabulous stuff, every kind of sauce or salsa and pickled carrots and onions and peppers...) and popped into the car. He remembered we were near some kind of park or nature walk, and unsurprisingly, he found it quickly through a dizzying array of little back roads. We parked in front of a blank field and, it being quite chilly outside, began to eat.
Occasionally we'd see someone walking their dog or out with their family, and a few of the dogs (a beautiful Samoyed in particular) caught our attention. But on the whole, we were entranced by the field. In our twenty-some minutes there, we saw a kestrel (very close), a flock of geese, a glorious flocks of sand cranes, and all the usual little birds whose names escape us dance about and eat and honk and hunt and silently glide. Stunning. What a perfect way to start off the new year.
Occasionally we'd see someone walking their dog or out with their family, and a few of the dogs (a beautiful Samoyed in particular) caught our attention. But on the whole, we were entranced by the field. In our twenty-some minutes there, we saw a kestrel (very close), a flock of geese, a glorious flocks of sand cranes, and all the usual little birds whose names escape us dance about and eat and honk and hunt and silently glide. Stunning. What a perfect way to start off the new year.
