Last night as I finished putting up yesterday’s post, the rain that fell all afternoon stopped, the sun came out, and a full double rainbow appeared outside my window.
The weeping willow at the edge of the pond is greening up. Four summers ago, I made a series of images of the willow in all different lights.
I gave the tree a name, Robin Williams, because it behaves like Robin Williams, dancing with Christine Baranski in the Birdcage. I gage the wind chill by Robin Williams before I walk in the winter.
This morning woke up clear and cool. The ridge was teeming with birds. An Eastern Wood Peewee flitted around a bridge between two ponds. A pair of geese walked the dam on one of the ponds. A second pair flew in and landed on the pond. The first pair charged off the dam, skimmed on the pond, their necks extended, honking loudly. The male attacked and chased the second male across the pond. The ladies floated off to the side. The attacking male ran the newcomer into the woods that line the edge of the pond. His female followed, carefully navigating through the treetops.