We had to leave Yosemite but we were not ready to leave our private world. We took back roads home. As we went by this pond the sound of birdsong made it’s way into the car despite the road noise.
It took a minute for us to appreciate how rare that was. Another minute to turn the car around. We entered a different universe as soon as we parked. Lots of birds competing for the attention of lots of birds. A frog rounding out the chorus. It was a marvelous noise. Listen closely on the replay it is the best part.
The problem was the lack of a picture. The beautiful setting was not moving or changing or offering any story that could be told in two minutes. It just sounded amazing.
Eventually a cormorant took to the water and an egret went looking for lunch. All the encouragement a cameraman could want.
A little camera shake made it’s way into the last clip. We had been waiting for our egret to fly. Eventually deciding he was more patient than we. As I reached for the camera to turn it off and head home the egret obliged us. I am more patient than I was when this blog started but not yet patient enough.
Please join me now for an Easter visit to the foothills of the Sierra. Two minutes of Spring and all the noisy confusion it can create.