The night of the full Corn Moon was also the night we knew there was a storm approaching, promising flooding in some areas.
I am usually so cheerful when I am out on a full moon walk, but this time I felt unsettled somehow.
A thick, humid haze hung over the marsh, a stiff wind was blowing and the water was churning with whitecaps.
Their heads barely above the water, tightly clustered, they were swimming wildly toward me against the current.
Without saying a word, Mama Duck pressed her brood down the channel past me, around the point and out of sight.
You can be sure I’ll be checking in on them, once the storm passes over.
Meanwhile, through the haze I could see one of our osprey juvies perched on the far nest, having his dinner. Totally non-plussed by what was to come.
I asked him if he was nervous about the storm, was he eating to calm his nerves?
What berries, who me? Nervous? ME? he asked.
I decided not press the tiny fellow further, and he went back to his knoshing.
It was then that I began to wonder how the Snowies were faring, what their storm prep like.
You could see them out there in the marsh. Gathering together with wings a-fluttering, vertical leaps into the air and they were —
How I wish that I could learn to be more like the Snowies!! 😉