My mom had this quiet obsession …

Stayed with me, “waterfowl” … we had wooden replica throughout the house, part of the mishmash decore in my abode now,

Recently on the Oregon coast, southern section, with my kids, much needed respite, retreat to calm and slow and needed,

Lots of time sitting, watching the water of the bay, cloudy, gray evening light, dim ripple reflection off the surface,

Gulls, geese, ducks, an afternoon egret or two, crows, maybe a Black Brandt too, even an osprey diving for lunch, then as evening low tide begins, a lone pelican floats just a bit past the shallows …

The gulls and crows seem to prefer the evening especially, as the slowly water recedes…startled and flock of gulls in flight, short distance up the beach, landed again,

Look back, a few geese have returned, and egret too…wading a little further out,

Ebb and flow, daily dance twice, maybe thrice,

Reflecting, ebb and flow of my life seems so different, but is it? More to consist of these waterfowl, their ways,

Waterfowl Ways ~~~