If you walk around the Riparian Preserve, you realize you are constantly looking across horizons or down into ponds. You are trying to count the birds, to absorb every winged creature.
Some birds just stand still and admire their own reflection.
You admire it, too.
Some ponds seem to host just a lone bird - until you peer into the marsh a bit more. That is when you realize there are dozens of birds in this frame.
Sometimes a flotilla of mallards wander along the edge.
But, then for some reason, you look skyward.
And you know the Riparian Preserve isn't just for water fowl.
Banjo 52 asked the proximity of the Riparian Preserve to our house. John - it is 4-5 miles as the bird flies. Otherwise, it is 6-7 miles as I drive.