Something to Ponder

Author's Note: Something a little different today that got me thinking.
Whilst hitching a ride to the coffee shop with my wife, we turned into the shopping park where it's located and saw something highly unusual. I always keep an eye out for wildlife, I love nature, and spotted a bird I'd never before seen in real life, yet recognised instantly. The fellow in question was a beautiful Little Egret.
I said what I'd seen and we slowed down to view it. I'll come back to why I couldn't take a photo of my own in a minute. In the meantime, here is an image courtesy of Wikipedia.

These birds are becoming more common in England, but rarely as far north as Yorkshire.
Now here's the thing. We didn't want to scare it away, so went for our drink. My wife left first, and me later for my run. But I had to see the Little Egret again. So, I jogged back to where I'd spotted it, phone in hand, but the little bird had gone. I was disappointed.
So where did I see this rare beauty you shout? A drainage ditch my reply. And although I didn't think much about it at the time, on reflection I think it's ironic that one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen, gleaming in the dawn light in all its snow-white splendour, was in a shopping park drainage system. It just doesn't seem right, or maybe that's just me.

Thanks for reading
Richard

Snow Leopard

Himalayan ghost,

So seldom seen,

I wonder

Are you even there?

I’ve chased your dream:

Felt your eyes;

Yeti glimpsed;

Patterns in the snow,

But it is that low growl

The one before death

That might give you away.

However, by then

It’s far too late

And your legend shall endure.

I like it that way,

Elusive killer

Of the beautiful coat.

I like your spectral mystery.

Long may you haunt the massif

In equal fear and wonder.

Running with Foxes


 Turning off the bright, city street, I chose to run alongside the high-hedged path and not my usual outlook of open fields. It is only a relatively short strip of green belt land, perhaps a mile, but very peaceful. I’ve always enjoyed the lead up to the next set of suburbs with its sunburst illumination and pedestrian crossings.
 
 This morning, whilst running along my favourite stretch of road, I had a visitor. Any other time of the year when the bushes would be full of foliage and not skeletal bare, I would have missed him. The stirring of something drew my attention to the far side of the hedgerow, and there he was: a beautiful russet fox. He was not stationary, nor running away, but running with me. For about two hundred yards I had the most magical running partner. He loped at my side unhurried, taking it easy just for me. The little fellow even gave me the occasional look as I tried not to fall off the curb. It was wonderful. But, as I realised myself to be reentering suburbia, so did he vanishing into the still night.
 
 Now, as I sit and write this supping at my coffee, I see him. He lopes through my mind as the dawn to the day and I shall ever be grateful for the memory. I wonder if I’ll see him tomorrow?