|Ring-necked Ducks Flirting|
|A Little Apple?|
Even though it is early morning I make this observation under the shade of an apple tree (maybe). I see no fruit in the canopy of leaves, so I am guessing that this is even a fruit tree. It's already hot and I plop down upon the grass in the shade of this tree to watch. I don't even bother with coffee; ice water already sounds appealing. Two ring-necked duck males paddle after a female. Another hot day and not much happening.
Still gawking as I rise from my shady spot, I see little apples. Not in the apple tree, but the skinny, poplar-like tree next to the wood shed. I zoom in with my camera and see glossy-red. Cherries? With reverence, I walk to the tree, looking up. It is a cherry tree! Hopping, I swing at a branch, missing. So I carefully bend a branch to me and pluck a ripe cherry. Gold, I am eating gold. Never in my life have I had a cherry fresh from a tree. I thought fresh strawberries were the hallmark of summer, but that was before cherries.
As if that first bite infused magic into the air, I hear an osprey. In the heat, the sky in no longer bright blue, but the osprey still soars like a wing-master. There are huge power lines that cut across the back of the pond and he lands on the middle post. Capturing him in the telephoto lens, I notice that sparse slope behind. I had thought it to be logged, but at closer look, the hill and trees have burned. Wildfires are the tornadoes of the west, the wind-driven hurricanes of forests.
|Osprey with Fire-scarred Slope Behind|
let's hope it is osprey. The tones are dusky, but watch the photos for flashes of white and brown. Presenting, the osprey honor guard. May they bring us home one day.