I’ve been stalking lapwings and it’s been magic. Up and down the road, watching across the fields, camera at the ready. Sometimes I was lucky, but I never did get that close up shot I was hoping for. Still their soothing calls, and acrobatics in the air were bliss. Such grace, sound and colour. Hubby constantly asked was I stalking, after a quick errand ran into an hour or more. Nope, just trying for that one picture. Even the neighbours were beginning to wonder at me out in all weather stalking the fields. Then one day, the new lambs and ewes changed fields. All was quiet down the way. I’m hoping they found new digs with their young. I suspect they have, considering the numbers that were in the late Spring sky.
Now we’re kept busy with sightings of deer, trying to distract the cats from the hares and rabbits that freeze frame in the fields when we stroll by. I alert hubby to Farmer Tony training his dog in herding sheep. In early evening she gets to rounding up the sheep, and listen to her master’s directions. Hubby misses some of the daily goings on. Instead, I get to walk the cats along Lough Mask’s shore, watch the Partry Mountain scenes, and wonder if one day these cats will learn to swim. The Artic Terns are plenty up this way, and the swans keep a steady presence on the Lough. Ten months on and Mayo has brought such gentleness to horror. There is so very much to be grateful for. And, there are many ways to tell the story.
Galway Cygnet & The Black Swan