Well you don't always spot a Heron, Owl or Pileated. Katherine saw this little sausage in the grass out past the Elk Island walk. It made me think of The Wind in the Willows. Terry Jones did such a brilliant reading. What a story. I mean who will ever write that again. Those times seem as if behind us now. That love and joy of the simplest pleasures that nature has to offer. All but gone as we destroy our biodiversity on the way to global oneness.
Musings on books, coffee and the small world that is Creston, British Columbia, Canada