December 30: Still day, reflections
Dec. 30th, 2010 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neverspentAn overcast, still winter day is the quietest time. Especially when a mist comes down on the hills... the grass makes no noise, dead leaves on the ground are muffled, the only thing is the chittering of birds, the sound the thin branches make when they launch themselves to go from tree to tree... you can actually hear the whir of their wings.
After checking on the horses' hay supply, I continued on down to the pond. As I approached, through the gap in the overgrown fenceline that shields the area from outside view, I could see a huge waterbird winging away. It was probably a heron, and I didn't see it in the air because it blended in with the gray of the distant trees it was flying towards. I only saw its reflection in the pond, and that's when I realized how still the water was.
There should be a range of low mountains visible behind this hill, but they're hidden in the mist.
After checking on the horses' hay supply, I continued on down to the pond. As I approached, through the gap in the overgrown fenceline that shields the area from outside view, I could see a huge waterbird winging away. It was probably a heron, and I didn't see it in the air because it blended in with the gray of the distant trees it was flying towards. I only saw its reflection in the pond, and that's when I realized how still the water was.
There should be a range of low mountains visible behind this hill, but they're hidden in the mist.