The Lone Goose
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Puddle Stories | Still Enough
Our end of the puddle truly looks like the definition of a puddle today. We haven’t had much rain lately, and the water that usually stretches across the view has been reduced to shallow patches surrounded by algae, mud, and exposed ground. It isn’t particularly beautiful by the standards we usually use to describe water.… Continue reading
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The Ones Who Still Show Up
A few Sundays ago, we conducted what became our very unofficial Great Birdseed Experiment. We filled one feeder with the Walmart birdseed our little neighborhood has always enthusiastically eaten and another with the special birdseed that seemed, at least in theory, like it should have been an upgrade. The birds made their preference quite clear,… Continue reading
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Stanley Came to Our Side
Earlier today, our Green Heron visitor stood in one of the familiar places along the puddle. It is such a small, quiet presence compared with the Great Blue Herons that even after I know where it is, I sometimes have to look twice to find it among the water, shadows and vegetation. Later, Stanley stood… Continue reading
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Enough Room for Both
Again today, the Lone Goose and one of the herons are here. I think it may be Stanley, although Stella and Stanley have proven more difficult to distinguish than the names I gave them would suggest. It doesn’t really matter which one it is for this particular story. What matters is that both the goose… Continue reading
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The Ones Who Simply Stand Beside Us
This morning I am sitting quietly on the patio watching the puddle, and there really isn’t much happening. The Lone Goose is wandering around by itself, as it so often does, and I think Stanley is standing along the edge doing what herons do. No great wildlife moment is unfolding in front of me. They… Continue reading
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