The Blind Accomplice

Somewhere a little west of here, there is a lake fed by a cold stream meandering through an expansive fen.  Sunlight flickers on the azure water as a light breeze stirs the surface.  Leaves rustle and quake while wispy clouds flirt with the sun’s light.IMG_4521

A sudden streak of white flashes across the sky.  A blur of wings, talons and feathers smashes into the water with surprising force and speed.  The osprey emerges a second later; a writhing fish clutched firmly in its razored grasp.  As the bird exercises his wings into a rising flight, a few sprigs of seaweed become visible trailing from his talons like streamers.

IMG_4523Somewhere a little north of here, there is a lake fed by a cold stream meandering through a tamarack swamp.  The glassy surface reflects the clouds above; a patchwork quilt of white and blue.  Gracefully, a single strand of seaweed drifts down from the sky, released from the talons of a bird soaring high above.  With a quiet splash the plant hits the mirrored water.  Ripples spiral outward, dissipating just as the Eurasian watermilfoil slips below the surface.

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