Seeking silence...silence from myself and others, I put in on the river and headed North. The current was not hindering me in any way and I soon became intrigued. Nature does that to me. Before I got to the bridge, I saw some type of birds flying over the water to and fro. (Just an side here: in case you don't know this, when paddling, it's difficult to paddle and ready your camera while staying on course.) First of all, by the time I got under the bridge, all the birds had scattered shrieking loudly so I saw nothing and secondly unfortunately I kept drifting sideways resulting in NOTHING but blurred shots of their nests as I passed. Fast forward 3 1/2 hours...
When I paddled back, the gentle current was pushing me ever so slightly and this time I readied the camera long before the bridge. Letting the current carry me, I rested the paddle across the kayak (don't worry, I have a bungee attached to the paddle in case it slips overboard), and held the camera as steady as I could.
So tiny...tons and tons of swallows perched, chirping away, and watching me float by. What darling little birds!!
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
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