I’m still walking by the river most days, mostly in the morning, in time to watch the world wake up. There’s always something new to see: moorhen chicks, goldfinches, and even a wren yesterday.
It seems odd that the year is nearly half gone. So much has changed, mostly for the better, but the changes haven’t been without pain.
This morning I caught up with my swan family today and, for the first time ever, mama hissed defensively. And I noticed – only four babies…
Time passes gently
Or sometimes it tears right by
Red in tooth and claw