The beauty that around you lies,
The misty loveliness of the dawn,
The glowing colors of the skies;
The Child’s bright eager eyes of blue,
The gnarled and wrinkled face of age,
The bird with crimson on his wing
Whose spirit never knew a cage;
The roadsides blooming goldenrod
So brave through summer’s wind and heat,
The brook that rushes to the sea
With courage that naught may defeat.
The wonder that around you lies;
It will enrich your every day
And make you glad and kind and wise.
As a Minnesotan, I find the fact that the Great Egret is native to my state to be amazing. Seriously! This is a shot of an egret during mating season. Doesn’t this bird look too exotic to be sitting on a branch in a local Minneapolis wetland?
According to allaboutbirds.org, the pristinely white Great Egret gets especially dressed up for the breeding season. A patch of skin on its face turns neon green, and long plumes grow from its back. Called aigrettes, those plumes were the bane of egrets in the late nineteenth century, when such adornments were prized for ladies’ hats. I’m glad that tradition has gone out of style.
As a nature photographer, I count myself blessed whenever I open my eyes to see a sight such as this one!