Warm weather and word of snowy owl sightings mere miles from the Pond led me to set aside the daily routine yesterday afternoon and embark on an adventure.
Close by Pine Point Park offered as good an opportunity as any for a glimpse of this awe-inspiring avian. My destination was the open prairie that bookends each side of the South Pond. Hiking towards the fields, I was drawn, per usual, to the iced over water. It had been some time since I’d traversed the southerly section so a detour seemed like a good idea. The topography here is different from Bon Bon Pond—i.e. more evergreens and the bank is not nearly as steep—yet stunning in its own unique way. I was struck by the number of fallen hardwoods and awed by their artistry, grace and significance to woodland creatures. Even in death, I consider trees sacred sentinels, heaven sent to protect and serve the wildlife.
In an earlier post, I had put up pictures of deceased oaks around Bon Bon Pond, but the forest sculptures of the south are even more extraordinary. Larger and more ornate, I was spellbound by their beauty.
The sounds of the South Pond are also dissimilar. While the woods of Bon Bon Pond are boisterous, bursting with bird calls, here there is peaceful silence. Sitting still on a stump for nearly half an hour, the single voice of a White-breasted Nuthatch was all that invaded my solitude.
Alas, I have no snowy owl sightings to share for my efforts, but photos and memories of a day well spent visiting with my lovely “neighbor” and marveling in her majesty.