The Rookery

My parents invited us to a Great Blue Heron rookery, located only ten minutes from home. We visited it frequently over the past two months. Usually on cool, rainy days.

The rookery is visible from at least three public roads, yet few people seem to even notice it. It's a wonder that something so amazing can be unfolding in plain sight and only a handful of people are blessed enough to discover it.  Humbly, I count myself among them.

Seeing so many big, beautiful birds gathering with their young has been an extraordinary experience. Otherworldly, at times.  Nestlings remain from forty-nine to eight-one days, so we may have an opportunity to continue observing the rookery for a few weeks longer (as long as the trees don't fill in!).

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry