While watching this cormorant fishing, on what by my estimation was a very rough day, I was gently reminded it is not what happens to you but how you respond as this cormorant smoothy dove under the approaching wave, popped out on the other side and kept on fishing without batting a eye.
Although the calendar says otherwise the third week of January always feels like mid-winter to me. Yes, the cold and snow will hang for a few months, maybe more, there is just something about this time that portends a turning point somewhere deep inside.
So today it’s time to take a break and remember that sweet summer air will return again.
Up and down and up and down. These little birds never cease to amazing me with their constant motion and why do these little birds always choose such big trees?