The first day of the last month of the year and I am walking on the bay side of the west spit today.
It is a nicer walk than the lake side in this weather.
The wind is blowing sand on the beach.
The waves are pounding in from the southeast.
It is cold, a foretelling of winter to come.
At the western end of the bay is a protected area of marsh, brush and cattails.
A pleasant place on a warm summer day and nesting grounds for many species of birds.
Here stands a lone Great Blue Heron at the waters edge.
As his fellows have headed south over 4 weeks ago one wonders if this one is injured, sick or
simply too old to make the journey and has chosen to spend his remaining time here at the bay.
Nature makes no concessions in the grand scheme of life.
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