3 herons perched in a tree
A squabbling Yellowleg or perhaps a Virginia Rail, with an attitude, followed me while staying quite hidden in the watery brush along the path. I couldn't get a very good look at him.
More hunting osprey and a pair of cinnamon teals. Came around a bend and found a heron perched serenly on the tip of a post, sticking up from the water, deeply intent with it's head peering upwards towards the sun. The moment moved me immeasurably.
About another hour later, I stopped along the way (one of many stops) and met both ends of life's spectrum. It was the most unsuspecting moment! A startled cottontail stood it's ground as I walked by just two feet away. And crossing the path, yet another rabbit was there, staring me down. I turned my back to it - allowing it the freedom and opportunity to hop away. As I turned back, it's retreating white bounce sent me giggling! Moments later, a glance to the sky found the customary buzzards. But, also huge, ominious and heading straight towards me, with more purpose than a buzzard often shows, was an adult bald eagle. The only eagle I saw that day - and it flew right above me, no higher than the trees.
As I took note of all this, the bunnies reappeared - seemingly playing a game of chase which my arrival must have temporarily ceased - and resumed their hide and seek as thew grew comfortable with my presence. And also from the bushes, a small family of primly dressed quail rushed across the road, where I just stood, to dine in the field there before fleeing to the briar patch and out of sight. I presume they were rushing off to a theatre in the bramble - to see an opera or play of some such.
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