It started as nothing more than a short ride along the water, the kind where you don’t expect much beyond some fresh air and a little quiet. The river moved slowly, the light stayed soft, and I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Only later did it settle into something I’d think of simply as cranes over the river.
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I stopped by the lake in the evening to see how things are starting to change. This time I noticed a Great Crested Grebe on the lake moving slowly across the water.
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The walk wasn’t planned around birds — it rarely is.
It was one of those late autumn afternoons when the sky feels thin and undecided, pale with mist, as if the day is already halfway gone.
