All day long I looked forward to a quiet evening and was just sure I’d have enough time and energy to sit down and enjoy some blog reading.
I have a blog post in the making–which means I’m thinking about it–but tonight, I thought I’d just be quiet and do some reading. About 7:30 pm I went out on our deck and I was just getting settled when Karina came out to sit with me.
“Nan. Did you get Darwin in Africa?”
I spent the next three or four minutes explaining that although Darwin is an African Sulcata tortoise he was born in captivity. And no, I’ve never been to Africa.
She shifted the conversation to talk about our deceased Cockatiel, Kramer. Kramer died on Valentine’s Day two years ago when she was only three, but she loves to talk about her. Tonight’s conversation revolved around why I didn’t “let” her have babies. Karina remembers the many eggs Kramer produced, and I skirt the additional questions about why there weren’t any baby birds to be born.
I wasn’t expecting the next non sequitur. “Look Nan! There’s a swan.” I didn’t even shift my eyes towards the pond. We don’t have local swans. She’s a very imaginative child and I thought we were headed into a story. She repeated with more emphasis, “Look! A swan–or something!”
We are definitely city people.
This Black-crowned Night-Heron was almost two-feet long from tip of beak to tail feathers.
Was he just going to walk the rails?
Not very likely. There are a few remaining goldfish in the pond.
Do I want to watch this? What will Karina think?
He was so intent on the water I had time to get my camera.
After watching the water for a few minutes he took flight, grabbing a handy perch in the oak tree, sitting for a good ten minutes just staring into the water. He did not care one whit about our conversation below or my photo snapping.
And then, all of a sudden, down he came, marching towards the water’s edge. “I know where this is going!”
Swift and brutal!
I’m wondering if Karina is going to be upset. I put my camera down and turn to her, expecting at least a look of revulsion.
“Nan, it looks like Papa is going to have to buy new fish!”