A northern Idaho writer contemplates birds, imagination and country-living from the peaty shore of a bog pond.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Today's blog is a photo-essay of feather preening as artistically carried out by Blue Heron. A couple of his poses look as if he's flashing. He doesn't seem happy with his feather situation, going on three days now. He's paying more attention to feathers and less to frogs.
The ring-necked ducks also fussed with feathers in the water like children at a water park. This I observed as I shoveled knapweed, wishing I were in the pond, too.