One morning while out on the creek I was paddling along. Just enjoying the quiet of the morning. Then all of the sudden there was this horrible honking that would not stop. Here I am in the middle of creek with nobody around for miles. I looked around, but I didn't see any geese around. The road was far away too. I kept paddling and at the same time was looking for what could have made that honking noise. I have heard that there could be Herons located around this creek and it could have been them. I think they make a honking noise.
As I steadily paddled down the creek, I did hear a few more honks but not a loud as the first ones that really startled me after all the quiet time. The sun has fully rose and now I heard right there are two herons on the creek making a nest. I guess while they were building, they had a disagreement of sorts. They seemed to have settled, and I turned the canoe around and paddled back up the creek and headed for home. I seem to always learn and see something fantastic on this creek. Good morning.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Where Are You Taking Me?
Here we are at the County Fair! While walking along the midway I see this girl and the cutest little dog she's carrying. I go over and ask why are carrying your pal. She says, "I forgot the leash, but I had this snuggly in the car. Glad she is a small dog." We decided to walk together down the midway and we all got some ice cream, and the dog loved it for it was vanilla. We played some of the games and I won a stuffed dog that kind of looked like her dog she claimed the toy.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth6 days ago in Fiction
Autonomy Is The Real Privilege
Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guya day ago in Humans
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Very beautiful and soothing story, with a lovely message of love. I like the worshipful element of nature.