Wings and waterways
The sun slants heavily across the wetland fringes of the lake, backlighting the stubbled growth stripped of its summer foliage and faded to cinnamon. Intensely beautiful to see the seed-heads of the goldenrod lifted like tufts of cloud against the long light shafts.
My dog, Bu, and I are closing out the day with this quiet stroll, when a woodcock bursts from the leaf litter to our immediate left and blusters skyward, peeling in alarm and startling us briefly. We pause to watch it depart and I glimpse its distinctive needle-like beak against the backdrop of sky.
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