Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth…These are the things to fear…
There are times when you just have to laugh in delight at your own blindness.
Here we were, out biking a favourite path. “Let’s go and see if the stork is there” we’d said.
We’d had the conversation about when and whether they might nest locally again, because it’s only in recent years that we’ve seen them return.
But today, no stork. We sat on a favourite bench. I took photos of the trout in the pool, avoiding the shadow the pole behind threw on the water.
We’d been so intent on looking for the stork on the fields we’d not seen that sometime (my earlier photos had missed that spot) someone (next time we see the farmer we’ll ask who) had put up an absolutely unmistakeable, unmissable pole by the pool, and topped it with a frame for the stork to build on.