“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
More rather, I went to the river, but it still applies. I visit Bowmont Park quite often, especially during the summer. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing some wonderful things many times while was there, but this time was truly special. I’ve seen ospreys and even a beaver once, mind you, I had left my camera behind because I wanted to “relax.” Let me just say, I’m never falling for that again. This recent visit I knew something would happen because Bowmont Park always has a gift, but I wasn’t prepared for the events that would unravel. I watched a documentary about mallards a while back, and since I’ve been obsessed with mallards. So when a pair of mallards crept up behind me in a small private cove by the river, I freaked. Dreams were coming true. The next sentence is PG-13: I don’t want to sound like a creep, but they mated and I watched while taking photos. I couldn’t believe I was there. Well, after that I was set, I needed nothing else for the rest of the week. But Bowmont Park would not stop giving, and I’m not one to turn down a gift. The osprey was astonishing, unbelievable. My inner birder was having a proverbial spaz attack. Usually, when I see commonplace things, I can find something exciting about it. Consequently, when I see something truly exceptional, my mind just about explodes. Well, I’ll stop now, before I inevitably start to ramble. Best of luck to you.
P.S.: I also got to see a murder of crows scavenging.