Communing with Nature

On our daily walk today, the pond was a very peaceful place to rest and just listen. The return of the red-winged black bird was inevitable. We could hear the neighbor's rooster. Of course, there were a few dogs in the distance. Honey, the retriever, took her swim, then set about rooting out mice from their winter's nest. My husband pointed out the elusive chat, a bird that has a crazy call. If Jim Carey were a bird, that's how he'd sound. We never actually pinpointed its exact location. He said this was the best time of year to spot them before the leaves came out. I wish I could have photographed one for you. We casually looked for mushrooms on our return stroll. Hopefully, I will log our first finds for you here! If you've never had morel mushrooms, you haven't lived.