We moved into this cookie-cutter, everything looks the same, huge apartment complex less than a year ago. We chose it for the location, the swimming pool (that we've used maybe 3 times), the on-site playground, and the work-out facility (that I used 5 times... better than nothing). I can't wait to get out of this apartment and into our new house, but as that day rapidly approaches, I realize how much I'm going to miss the pond just behind our building.
I have watched deer grow from yearlings to adults. I'm looking out my window now as I type and watching a groundhog (or something like that) make its way across the grass. I watched an Eagle and a Hawk battle in mid-air. I laughed at the ducks engaging in a mating ritual that made me feel bad for that poor female, only to get teary eyed as I watched her lead her ducklings all around the pond months later.
And I have a new found love for birds of all types, but especially the red-winged blackbird, who escapes my camera lense at all costs. I cannot capture an image of that beautiful bird for anything. I've been trying for a month now. And maybe that's why it's my favorite. Because it is swift and eluding. I love watching it land on a blade of grass that dips almost immediately into the pond, requiring it to take flight once again. The beautiful, red-winged black bird rarely rests.
And with that... I'm off to work on moving out of this apartment, that I will miss more than I ever dreamed I would.
Two weeks without regular internet access was a welcome break,
We moved into this cookie-cutter, everything looks the same, huge apartment complex less than a year ago. We chose it for the location, the swimming pool (that we've used maybe 3 times), the on-site playground, and the work-out facility (that I used 5 times... better than nothing). I can't wait to get out of this apartment and into our new house, but as that day rapidly approaches, I realize how much I'm going to miss the pond just behind our building.
I have watched deer grow from yearlings to adults. I'm looking out my window now as I type and watching a groundhog (or something like that) make its way across the grass. I watched an Eagle and a Hawk battle in mid-air. I laughed at the ducks engaging in a mating ritual that made me feel bad for that poor female, only to get teary eyed as I watched her lead her ducklings all around the pond months later.
And I have a new found love for birds of all types, but especially the red-winged blackbird, who escapes my camera lense at all costs. I cannot capture an image of that beautiful bird for anything. I've been trying for a month now. And maybe that's why it's my favorite. Because it is swift and eluding. I love watching it land on a blade of grass that dips almost immediately into the pond, requiring it to take flight once again. The beautiful, red-winged black bird rarely rests. 
Ok. They didn't attack, but there was an insane amount of ladybugs on the beach during our walk a while back. Every piece of driftwood looked like this. Not to mention the hundreds just chillin' on the sand. This was the first time in my life that I was actually creeped out by ladybugs.
There was a time in my life that I did not like birds. I've never been a morning person and it seemed that I was always "fortunate" enough to have a tree or bush right outside my window where the birds would sing their little hearts out at 7 or 8 in the morning. Considering I was planning on sleeping in until noon, this would infuriate me! I never understood how people actually enjoyed waking up to the sound of chirping birds.
"Hail Mary, full of grace.
We enjoyed our first walk along the beach this past week. It was a beautiful day, even if it was a bit overcast. Kites were flying and it's always nice to enjoy the beach before it's crawling with tourists.
