Today, there were three.
Entering the trail, I chanced upon a geocache, a plastic box filled with cheerful doodads, tchotchkes, little toys, patterned erasers, even a coiled cell phone charger. I took a green plastic bug and left a ball point pen.
Rounding the corner from the woods at the creek, I spotted a Cooper's Hawk fishing from a low branch two feet over the water. For a while, I watched him. Boofa was quiet and still. The hawk leapt into the water and for a time, stood with his yellow talons submerged, head down searching.
Crossing the jetty over the wetlands, three American Goldfinch flitted around the branches of dead bushes in the water.
The day was cool, a harbinger of the fall to come.
There is always a gift. A peek into the natural world. An encounter with another human being. A flash of intuition like a bolt of lightening. A glimpse into the past. A challenge overcome.
Unfortunately, my gift from Santee was poison ivy. A lesson learned.
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