I love my walks in the morning along the sea and up on the red cliffs. Today was no exception as everything was silent except for those birds. I was thinking of the song Bye Bye Birdie from the same titled movie…LOL…for some reason. I wanted the birds to quiet down and allow the ambiance of the silence to fill the day. Not the racket and din of the fine feathered friends; crows cawing does not do it for me. Sorry. So get along little fledglings and peep down.
However I was given a little gift this morning which made me grin from ear to ear. There were 8 blue herons. Yes count them 8!!! Nestled in the tall grasses atop the red cliffs overlooking the sea. Oh I wish I had my camera for goodness sake. Anyway they took my by surprise because usually I see them down by the shore, long legs and webbed feet in the water. For me they are a sight to behold. Not sure what it is about them but they are regal and so steadfast in their stance. Do not know if that makes sense. So I stopped to watch them. Their heads turned towards me as I paused and of course, one movement by me and in tandem, flap their graceful bodies up and away, going further along the cliffs. Unfortunately for them I was going the same way. Sorry guys or gals. However, you made my day even though I did not make yours. LOL.
Wildlife and flora are part and parcel of the grandeur of the wildness of nature. For today, the breeze was just right as the sun began to peek above the horizon over the sea. It was gentle enough to give a bit of a sway of the long tall grasses and laced white Wild carrot growing densely. The newly risen sunlight cast its glow onto the old clay tractor path, filtering sunbeams of light onto the array of wild flowers and fields of potatoes lining the sides of the well-worn red clay lane. Even made my shadow elongated as I walked steadily, enjoying the view. Some days it does not even feel like a walk at all.
But what constantly surprises me is what loveliness one finds in the countryside especially scattered in old pastures or deep in the ditches along the side of roads. The wild flora appeals to me just as much as well manicured gardens, each having its own pleasing essence. God works a wondrous paintbrush, sweeping nature’s fare before you. So to walk as a companion….aaahhhh.
The paradox of sharing the charm and picturesque allure of the island is conflicted with the hazards of the seasons. Ah yes. Summer and the onset of tourist season. Although, I am one to talk. I was a tourist here for many years with my family before I came over to the island side. Haha. Or as my grandson would say, “welcome to the dark side.” Funny boy. Anyway, the appeal and draw of the island should come with a warning. See beauty, maybe check the mirrors before parking.