Sunday is Father’s day; I miss dad though he’s been gone for years. I’ll revisit my hometown and the nature preserve where Dad and I often enjoyed encounters with bountiful bevies of birds, beasts, and yes…bugs.
On this particular day ducks and ducklings, dragonflies and redwing blackbirds ignore the onlooker bouncing down the rutted road in a metal cocoon. A fine Canada goose and its mate form protective parentheses around five fluffy yellow goslings. Water lilies litter the surface of the marsh making a fine resting place for water-striders and a hiding place for fish.
A great blue heron stands regally at waters edge. The tall, fine-feathered fellow carefully preens dark-blue wings then slowly unfolds his long slender neck. His neatly coifed head is crowned with a black headdress that lies elegantly down his back. A dagger-like beak perfectly designed for spearing fish completes this handsome herons’ striking silhouette.
Suddenly spotting a possible lunch entree, the bird cranes his neck away from me towards the marsh. Then I see it! Outlined on the back of his head is a perfectly shaped heart created by dark feathers lying flat against the pure white linear feathers of his neck.
Sometimes God puts His heart in the most unexpected places, just when we need it most. Thank you Father.
Gayle as usual this is beautiful God bless you my friend