Which is not to say that we found dead birds and gave them the beer barrel treatment. No. No, today was a great day for a bike ride, so D and I pedaled south along the rail trail. There's a series of ponds in the middle of subdivisional, McMansional hell. We like the ponds, and the entirely concreted stream that connects them, so we went to investigate. Let me refine this further. We don't like the concrete, but it does draw birds, small animals, and the young of other primates. So. Off we kicked. And we saw a great blue heron eating a small fish in one of the ponds. Also, ducklings. Apparently, it's duckling season and we saw enough ducklings that D didn't even turn around to look at the last group.
In more intellectual pursuits, the ecopoetry paper for ASLE is proceeding. The booklog over there is woefully behind. I'm through with Robert Hayden and on to Sandra Alcosser. Lastly, our summer plans are coming together. The two weeks on the road is both daunting and intriguing. But first, my parents will visit. That should be. . . something.
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