This morning meeting for breakfast with coworkers. Walk afterwards, when rain has let up. Ah! Herons! Hherons flying, and the first one has blue wing tips and its body is paler, a saddle-shoe kind of contrast. More to come. The woods along the creek are warm, damp, and fecund. I feel it.
A raccoon is out and about at 11:30, ambling on the trail. It’s so nice to see one active and alive; so many of them seem to be dead. If you were to take a survey of people’s sightings of raccoons, the statistics would show they are mostly all road-kill. We aim to conduct a complete sample.