Catalpa trees, scattered intermittently along Paines Island's east shore, are an accent of beauty. The elegant purple, yellow, and white blossoms adorn the trees and litter the ground beneath them. As I pass by I'm careful not to step on a single discarded flower. I know that ecologically it makes no difference if I step on them for they've already served their purpose; but it feels wrong to carelessly trample upon something so charming and delicate.
|common grackles and a killdeer foraging among riffles.|
I met a white-tailed deer and her young fawn who seemed to be getting a guided tour of the island.
I met the green heron and the belted kingfisher who hang out in the same stretch of river but have no qualms with one another since the heron hunts along the shore and the kingfisher acquires her catch where the water gets deeper.
Muskrat, deer, heron, kingfisher, and so many others; I thank God for you.
Though there is work to be done, as I leave this special wild space, wherever I go today I'll carry the blessing of my wild neighbors at Paines Island in my heart.