One of THE most fascinating things about watching birds during the breeding season… is to see the coloring and feathering of the chicks as they become more and more like their parents.
There’ve been several new batches of bunnies in the Red River ‘hood, and this morning I probably shoo’ed twenty of them off the road.
Sometimes I think I spend more of my walks chasing rabbits than I do walking!
Then I came upon this little guy.
Now I suppose technically, he was kinda’ half on, and half off.
At last gave in, and scampered into a nearby thicket.
And I moved on.
On to the next silly little rabbit in the road.
The other morning when I arrived at Cockle Cove…
In fact the shallow water made it even easier to keep a hold of the wriggling crabs.
A friend told me recently about the new yoga instructor they had hired at Red River creek, that he was giving lessons out by the old bridge.
So I decided to check it out.
When I first arrived at the bridge, I couldn’t find him anywhere.
Perched on what was left of the railing.
He told me I looked a little stressed the other day when he’d seen me photographing.
And he wondered if I’d like to try a pose that might help.
And then I watched as he slowly lifted his right leg of the rail, stretching it back and back as he pointed hit toes…
And a little higher, holding it there for the longest time!
When he was finished, he lifted up his wings for a mighty good stretch, head to tail feathers, gave me a little wink.
Yet even our brief encounter had done me wonders.
One could only imagine what a few more sessions with such a Master could do… ❤