On Saturday, others started early like we did, so we felt very lucky to get to stop in the middle of the bridge to watch the sunrise. We went much faster than the day before, and finished the 11-mile loop in exactly an hour. The golden hour. We saw a heron, tundra swans, and cormorants.
Wow. This is fantastic. I think the Great Blues are my spirit bird. I was surprised to find out in my ornithology class the other day that they're a murderous bird. In attack mode, they go straight for the face/eyes/brain and they pack a wallop. There actually are documented heron murders. "Social distancing" ... definitely!
