They say the early bird gets the worm, but today that was not true. It was day two of Tin waking up with nightmares and my lack of sleep. Everything was thrown back an hour or more. I ended up walking to City Park after 8 and I grumbled the whole way because that meant my swimming would be pushed out as well and then something happened to change my frown to a smile.
I was watching the immature white ibises chuking around the banks of the lagoon, and up in the tree sat a Black-crowned night-heron in chill out mode. But across the lagoon came gliding the steady gait of a Cooper’s Hawk with its spotted under feathers. He gave off an aura of don’t mess with me.
Rarely see those birds in the park. I passed a father and son as we circled and started back and the father said to me, “We meet again.” And I said, “Beautiful day.” And he said, “Idinit.”