Timberdoodles
Michael and I unknowingly walked up on a pair sleeping under a yew tree. Whistling wings startled us and we followed with our eyes the slow, chunky outline of a woodcock as it zigzagged around the tree, some headstones and out of sight. I took one step forward then signaled to Michael to stop moving. There, on the ground a few feet to my left, sat another one of these plump, camouflaged shorebirds. I wondered, was its heart pounding hoping that we hadn't noticed it? We slowly sat down on the grass then snapped a few photos. My reflection is visible in its eye, giving this small bird's perspective of a giant staring down at it. I feel bad for woodcocks as it seems like everything is either trying to eat them or chase them down for social media likes.
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